#it’s now kinda ripped up at the bottom but I was just like oh cool now I can rip up thisshirt!

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intrusion 

jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader

warnings; assault, blood and fighting, break in, cursing, pretty typical for canon universe level of violence, no use of y/n or character description, men being creeps summary; from this request. two intruders, sent by the greens, stumble upon you in their search for rhaenyra and decide to take you as their prize instead a/n; i love this request sm and wrote this kinda fast so apologies for any mistakes. please do not read if any of the above is triggering to you. i put *** on either end of the physical attack on reader if you want to avoid it

The night has been restless for you. A storm lashes at the island Dragonstone towers over; rain and lightning and thunder tearing at the walls of the keep, wind howling against the window pains. Your husband, Jacaerys, is still gone after being sent to treat with some ally. He has yet to return, and you cannot help the worry that has wormed its way into your chest. The storm has held him up, you repeat to yourself, sighing as you toss in bed to lay on your back. Even though you’ve only been married for a few moons, the bed feels too large without his warmth next to you. 

Lighting illuminates the room, and the door to your chambers bursts open as thunder claps, covering the sound of the wood banging against the stone. You bolt up, hoping to see Jacaerys, but instead, you are met with two pairs of unfamiliar eyes. 

Two men stand in the doorway of your chambers, one tall and skinny, a white scar across his face shining in the torchlight, and the other short with muscles pushing against the seams of his clothing. Fear seizes your heart as they examine the room. “Who are you?” you demand sharply, attempting to cover the fear in your voice with the commanding tone you hear Queen Rhaenyra use so often. 

“That’s not the bloody Whore Queen,” the stout man grumbles in a Flea Bottom accent, lowering the torch slightly. Whore Queen, they called your mother-by-law. The Greens sent them, you realize, your heartbeat increasing its pace.

“That’s the bastard prince’s bitch,” the taller one sneers, kicking the door closed and stalking forward.

“Where’s your princeling at, girly?” the other coos, placing the torch in the sconce near the door. As they come closer, you scoot away on the bed, their eyes like rabid animals circling prey. 

“The library,” you lie, “He’s due to come to bed any minute.” Your hand slowly moves under the pillow behind you, searching for the small dagger Jacaerys insisted you sleep with since the attack on his mother by Ser Arryk. The men look at each other, evil smiles splitting their faces. 

“Just came from the library,” the shorter man sneers, stepping up onto the platform the bed sits on. 

“No bastards there. Seems like you’re all alone,” the tall man coos, biting his lip as he stands at the foot of the bed. Your fingers close around the cool hilt of the dagger as the blankets of the bed are ripped off you. You don’t move, keeping the dagger hidden under the pillows, even as the men scan your figure, only clad in a silk nightdress. 

*** 

“Leave now, and the Queen and the Prince will reward you; I’ll ensure it,” you say, your voice beginning to quiver slightly in fear. 

“Oh, the Queen and Prince will reward us, alright, just not your lot,” the man at the foot of the bed smiles menacingly. “Hold her down.” The man at your side reaches out for you, and you slash at him with the dagger, managing a deep cut on his arm. The man stumbles back, a raging yell from his lips. 

“GUARDS! HELP!” You scream, trying to move to the left side of the bed, but your leg is pulled back, and your arm that holds the dagger is pinned down to your side by a heavy boot, a rough hand covering your mouth and muffling your screams. 

“Shut up, idiot,” the taller man grumbles to the other, who still wails, before turning back to you, “I heard you were a feisty one,” he laughs as he hovers above you, wrenching the dagger free and bringing it up to your face. 

“Little cunt, more like,” the man you cut grumbles, glaring at you as tears of fear blur your vision. 

“You’ll be fine. Help me with her, would ya?” The two men grab your arms and legs, dragging you from the bed. You cry out as you land on the hard stone floor.

“Shut up!” One of them growls behind you, pulling you up by your hair and covering your mouth. You squirm and fight as best as you can, but the men have the advantage and chuckle at your feeble attempts as they shove you up against the wall. You cry out again as your head connects with the wall and they begin tying your hands with rough rope as you pray silently to any god who will listen.

***

Before they can secure the ropes completely, blood sprays out of the taller man’s chest as a sword splits him in two. The hands on your limbs relent as the man is pulled off you, revealing Jacaerys, sword dripping with blood, face dark with rage and hair wet with rain. 

Jace tosses the man to the floor before his eyes turn predatorily to the stockier man who draws a short sword from his belt. You watch in shock as your husband engages with the man, attacking him with more vigor and bloodlust than you thought possible for the sweet man you know. You back away hurriedly and crouch in the corner of the room, desperately trying to get as far away from the fight as possible.

A hand pulls your attention from the fight, and you flinch away before turning to see the Queen, your mother-by-law, reaching for you. Her face is soft but urgent. She goes again for your hand, pulling you to her and helping you stand. She pulls you into her, taking care the shield you as gentle arms wrap around your shaking body, not caring that the blood on your front will stain her gown. You cling to her desperately, listening to her whispers of comfort, and turn your head to see Ser Lorrent pushing the intruder to his knees in front of the Prince, his blade to the man’s throat as more guards rush into the room. Jacaerys stands over the man menacingly, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breath, blood pooling from a gash on the intruder’s leg onto the stone floor. 

“Your friend is lucky I gave him a quick death,” Jacaerys growls, glaring at the man on the floor as he crouches down in front of him like a predator, “You won’t be so. I’ll be sure to send The Usurper a message with your head, once I’ve made you pay for touching my wife.” You’ve never seen such rage in your husband before; his usually so soft and sweet amber eyes now contorted with hatred, the flames from the torchlight reflecting in his eyes as if the fire is inside him. His sword drips with blood, mixing with the blood pool on the floor and yet there’s not a scratch on him. Rhaenyra squeezes you tightly for a moment before releasing you and stepping forward. 

“Take him to the dungeons, have two guards on duty at all times, and summon the maids,” commands the Queen to Ser Lorrent, who nods and drags the man from your chambers, a trail of blood in their wake. You watch, without moving from your corner, as Rhaenyra cups her son’s face before taking her leave and the guards, and Jacaerys turns to you; all the hardness in his gaze melted away and replaced by wide eyes full of concern. He speaks your name, his voice cracking slightly at the sight of you, and you throw yourself to him. His sword clatters to the ground as his muscular arms catch you, a hand cradling your head against his chest and the other wrapped around your waist tightly. Your knees give out as the shock leaves your veins, and the pair of you drop to the floor. 

“How did-” 

“The storm made the flight back harder than I expected. I was on my way up when I found a dead guard. They’d pushed the body behind a pillar, but I still saw it. I thought they’d come for Mother again, so I ran to her chambers first. When I saw her undisturbed, I just knew,” Jace explains softly, brushing your hair soothingly, his thumb wiping away tears and blood spatters from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should’ve been here. I should have come here first, I-I’m going to kill them all for laying a hand on you.”

Jacaerys’ mind is reeling and he’s sure he has never been so scared as he was when he found those men attacking his wife, his love, his heart. His more violent side, one he pushes down for the sake of decency, itches to storm down to the dungeons and torture the man who dared hurt you, to make him pay for every second of pain he caused you, to fly to King’s Landing himself to find those responsible for this night and add their blood to his blade. But you need him more in this moment and he is ever at your will.

“S’not your fault,” you say softly, your voice weaker than you’d like. Jace opens his mouth, but two maids enter the room, clearly having just been woken, eyes wide at the state of your chambers. 

“Pardon, my prince, my lady,” the elder of the two says softly, dark blue eyes full of sympathy. Your husband helps you stand, his arm staying protectively around your shoulder. 

"Let us wash and try to find sleep," he says softly to you before turning to ask one of the maids to make the bed in your old chambers and run you a bath. Jacaerys wraps his dark red and still-damp cape around your shoulders before leading you down the halls to the chambers you lived in before your marriage. The familiar surroundings comfort you as Jace leads you to the couch before starting a fire in the hearth.

Soon, the bed has been made up and a hot bath drawn and your husband dismisses the maids, thanking them for their help at such late hours. Jacaerys gently helps you undress and step into the bath. Kneeling outside, he helps wash away the night's evidence, softly sponging the blood from your skin and wringing it from your hair. You lean into his soft touch, finding comfort in his presence and care. Few words are spoken between you as he cares for you but in this moment, his presence is all you want. You can sense the anger in Jace lingering under his skin, needling at his mind, but he stays by your side, whispering promises that he won’t leave you, that he’ll always protect you; your wellbeing more important to him than anything else in the world.

Once you are dressed in a clean nightgown and all blood cleansed from both of you, the pair of you crawl into bed together, your head on his broad chest, allowing his heartbeat to lull you back into a sense of safety. It is not until the first rays of light begin to shine through the curtains that you both find sleep, but you do eventually, wrapped in the loving embrace of each other.

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Hungry Like The Wolf

Chapter Seven

She hadn't seen her best friend, Lando, in years. She didn't run into him the last time she was visiting her father and she doubted she'd see him this time. Things were different now. She wasn't aware of his furry little problem. Just like she wasn't aware of the vampires plaguing the town.

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Vampire!Oscar x Reader x Werewolf!Lando

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"What the hell do you want?"

Oscar stared down at Lando. He was taller than the werewolf, but not by a lot. Lando wasn't intimidated by his height, that much clear by the way he snarled.

But Lando dropped the snarl. "I think we should talk."

It wasn't what Oscar was expecting, not in the slightest. Maybe for Lando to launch at him, try and rip out his throat. A sigh left his lips as he let Lando into the house and led him through to his bedroom.

He might have been the first werewolf to step foot in the vampire house. Nest, some would call it. But Oscar hated that word. It made them seem less... human. But, really, how human were they?

Lando didn't much look around his room when he walked in. He sat on the bed and pulled his hoodie up to better cover his neck, something that wasn't missed by Oscar.

"What do you want?" Asked Oscar as he sat by the window.

He'd never seen Lando like this. He was always hot headed, pouncing before he could really think. But now he was quiet, contemplative. "You kissed her," he said.

Oh, that was what this was about. "I did," Oscar sat as he leaned against his extensive bookshelf (at least one hundred books filled it yet he hadn't touched a single one since the invention of the PlayStation).

"And then you kissed me."

He nodded, watching for Lando's reaction. That was something he'd always been good at, reading people. He waited for a look of disgust to cross Lando's face, but it was never there.

"And then I kissed her."

Oscar hadn't quite been expecting that. It wasn't exactly a surprise, just unexpected. "You did, huh?" He asked as he wiped the dust from one of the shelves with his finger. "Took you long enough."

Suddenly, Lando was standing, eyes flashing. "I kissed your girlfriend, who I just so happen to have been in love with since I was a kid, and that's your reaction?" He yelled. If the rest of the vampires in the house weren't listening before this, they certainly were now. "Be fucking human for once."

Oscar schooled his features, remaining cool and calm. "How'd you suppose I do that, Lando?" He strode towards him as guilt flashed behind Lando's eyes. "Is it such a fucking crime that I have a thing for the both of you?"

It, admittedly, wasn't a possibility Lando had taken into consideration. But then again, he hadn't thought he'd like kissing a male vampire as much as he did. Didn't expect to find himself wanting to again.

"Well, what are we supposed to do? March up to her house and say 'hey this is a bit out there but we both want to date you and we also want to date each other. Also he can't die and I turn into a fucking dog once a month'? If she doesn't kick us out her dad would get his gun," Lando said as he sat back down.

Oscar stared at him. For a full minute, as he went over Lando's words. "Did you just say you want to date me?"

"Huh?"

"You just said 'we want to date each other'."

"I said a lot of things, Osc."

Now, the two had never been in close enough proximity without tearing at each other for Lando to call him 'Osc'. He might have been a pale, undead being, but a blush still rose to his cheeks.

And, suddenly, Oscar was kissing him. He stepped closer and kissed him, dragging his pointed canines across his bottom lip. Lando didn't push him away. No, quite the opposite. He ran his hands through Oscar's hair, tugging enough to pull a whine from his lips.

But then Lando did step away. Rather breathlessly he stepped away from Oscar. "You gotta start warning me," he said as he wiped at his mouth. "Look, Osc...ar, I like kissing you. I think that's kinda clear. But dating you is a whole other..." He waved his hands around as he searched for the words. "But I'm not saying never. Take a guy out for a drink first, you know?"

The giggling laugh that left Lando's lips, Oscar could have listened to it forever. "Should we go tell her?"

"What are we gonna tell her?" Lando asked. His hand brushed against Oscars but he quickly shoved it into his pocket. They weren't quite there yet, and that was okay.

Oscar shrugged his shoulders as he led Lando out of the house. "What you said, I guess. That we want to date her and we also might one day want to date each other."

"And the bit about us being..."

"Leave that out for now," Oscar said quickly. He knew from the moment he kissed Lando, from the moment he started dreaming about the three of them together, that this conversation wouldn't be quite so easy for him.

Lando was a werewolf. A big, dangerous wolf who could come across as cute and cuddly. But Oscar? He had to kill to stay alive. How could he ever be loved?

He didn't let his thoughts stray as the two made their way into town. Crossing into the werewolf side of town didn't feel quite as illegal with Lando by his side. Lando, who was making talking so easy. Lando, who was still a little wary of him. Lando, who pushed past that wariness.

But here they stood, in front of her door. Oscar sucked in a breath, his pose mirroring Lando. Both of them with their hands shoved into their pockets. "Do you want to?" Oscar asked as he gestured to the door.

Lando looked up at the bedrooms. "We could just go to her window," he said.

"Yeah, and have Toto try to murder us."

"What're you so worried about? You literally can't die."

Oscar knocked on the door. It was hesitant and slow, and probably a bit ominous. But Susie didn't look wary as she pulled the door open. "Hello, boys," she said, stepping to the side to let them in.

"Hello, Mrs Wolff," they said in quick succession as they came to stand in the foyer. They wiped their shoes on the mat by the door and looked around the house they'd both been in many times before.

"She's upstairs," Susie said before returning to the kitchen, where she had her laptop open for work and Jake sitting beside her, colouring in a race car.

The boys looked at each other. This was it. They were really doing this. The two apex predators were terrified.

Lando led the way up the stairs. He kept his gaze fixed forward, only to keep his feet moving in the same direction. The steady, thumping bass of music filled his ears as he approached her door.

When he knocked, the music switched off. The boys spared a glance at each other, but only for a second. Because then the door was pulled open, and the minimal amount of courage they'd built up on their way up the stairs had flown out of the window.

Surprise was written on her face as she looked at them. "Hey guys," she said, brows furrowing. "I... thought you didn't know each other."

Oscar couldn't stop himself from looking at Lando. Lando, who looked guilty. "You told her we didn't know each other?"

"That was before..." He did that thing where he waved his hands because he couldn't find the word.

She let them into her room, shut the door behind them and sat on her bed. They could have sat, but they didn't. No, they stayed standing by her desk. "What's going on with you guys?" She asked as she folded her arms over her chest.

They couldn't say anything. Lando coughed. "After you," he said and nudged Oscar.

"No no," he said. "After you."

Lando sucked in a breath. "We... aren't human."

"Lando!"

Well, that certainly didn't go to plan."

a/n: this might be my favourite chapter i love these silly little guys

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Prompt for @oneforthemunny summer game!! I saw that the one you wrote was also Dom!Eddie x brat! Reader with this same prompt but I’ve been working on it for hours so I hope it’s okay that it’s the same prompt, I promise the story itself is different!!

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless ;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

Contains:18+ minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play/slapping, light choking, unprotected sex (lmk if I missed any!)

Steve’s parents were gone for the entire summer so he gave the whole gang free range use of his pool so no one had to deal with the chaos that is Hawkins community pool. He gave everyone the code to the back gate so they could get in when he wasn’t home and he gave the actual adults the garage code in case they needed anything inside.

Since it was your day off and everyone else was working you decided you’d go over to Steve’s house and have some much needed alone time by the pool. You left Eddie a note on the kitchen counter telling him where you would be and headed over to Steve’s.

You were laid out on one of the pool chairs with an ice cold vodka lemonade, in nothing but your bikini bottoms. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cool with a nice summer breeze so you decided to ditch your top and let the sun hit your bare chest.

You had your headphones on, walkman playing one of your favorite albums while you closed your eyes and soaked up the sun so you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or the sound of the glass sliding back door.

Suddenly the sun went behind the clouds and you huffed, pushing your sunglasses up and opening your eyes. But instead of being met with the sight of the sky it’s your boyfriend standing over you, looking extremely annoyed. “Oh! Holy shit Eddie, you fucking scared me!” You said ripping your headphones off He huffed, clearly annoyed “Yeah imagine if it wasn’t me, huh? You’re out here with your TITS OUT, headphones so loud I could hear them from by the door and apparently with your eyes closed?? Literally anyone could’ve walked up and seen you like this.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “okay? Well you aren’t anybody, are you? You’re the one who found me so it looks like it worked out. Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re blocking my sun. Why are you here so early anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Wow. Happy to see you too, baby. I got off early, we weren’t busy so my boss said I could go enjoy the nice weather. Which I WANTED to spend with my best girl but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual”

“Oh my god, you know it’s not like that. I was just surprised to see you is all, and I kinda thought I’d have a few hours to myself before anyone else showed up.”

You sat up, your tits bouncing as you did, Eddie couldn’t resist gawking for a moment. You really did look gorgeous laid out in the sun, your tits on display skin glistening from the sunscreen you had applied to your body. But after a second he was snapped from his trance, jealousy and possessiveness creeping up on him. Any one of his friends could have showed up instead of him and seen you how only HE was supposed to see you. “Okay well what if someone else showed up? One of the kids? The boys would’ve been embarrassed for life. Or even worse STEVE, you’re mine and you know it. So why are you flaunting what is mine?”

At this point you were annoyed with him, Steve left right when you got there to give the boys a ride to the arcade on his way to work so you were positive that wasn’t going to happen. “Eddie, you’re being ridiculous. Even if that did happen it wouldn’t be the end of the world, they're just boobs! Plus I knew for a fact it wasn’t going to happen so why are we even still talking about it? Just let it go already, you’re ruining my good mood.” You knew you were going to rile him up with your attitude, and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t crossed your mind the minute you took your top off. You knew if he found out you here topless in Harrington’s backyard that he would lose his shit so maybe you wanted to poke the bear a little if you got the chance.

He was starting to lose patience with you and you could tell, he let out a deep breath through his nose before he grabbed your jaw with his large hand and squeezed your cheeks “that’s not the fucking point and you know it. You didn’t expect me to be here and I am so how would you know for sure no one else was going to show up? You didn’t and you did it anyway.” Your stomach flipped at the tone of his voice and you had to clench your thighs together to relieve the pressure building in your core. You tried to hold in the whimper but the slightest sound escaped and you knew he heard it when a cocky smirk spread across his lips “look at you, this is what you fucking wanted isn’t it? Huh? You hoped I’d find you like this?”

When you didn’t answer his hand gripping your face moved to your neck and squeezed once as a warning “I asked you a question baby doll. “

“N-no, I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin. It felt so nice I wasn’t trying to do anything.” You looked up at him with big round eyes but he saw right through you, he knew all your little games.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to go inside and go in the guest room and wait for me. I’m going to smoke a cigarette and take as long as I need before I come meet you up there. You know how I want you, go.” He gave your neck one last squeeze and gave you a hard smack on your ass when you walked by him causing you to yelp. You went to the guest room and took off your swimsuit bottoms leaving you completely bare as you kneeled at the edge of the bed with your hands in your lap while you waited for Eddie.

It wasn’t long before you started getting squirmy, you really hadn’t meant to rile him up like this but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you the fuck on so you decided to play into it. After what felt like hours you finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked through the door looking so sexy, you didn’t really get to appreciate what he was wearing before but holy fuck. He was wearing that Iron Maiden shirt you loved that he cut the sleeves off of exposing almost his entire rib cage, showing off his tattoos that were usually hidden. The shirt stopped just above his belt and his ripped jeans were sagging slightly so when he raised his arms over his head it exposed that delicious sliver of midriff to you.

Subconsciously you squeezed your hands between your thighs and wiggled a little in your spot. “I thought you were capable of being a good girl when I first walked in here but I see you squeezing those hands between your thighs and I didn’t give you permission to relieve yourself did I?” You whimpered at the sound of his voice but didn’t say anything, just continued squeezing your thighs and looking at him with glassy eyes already feeling yourself slip into that hazy headspace and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He walked over to you, ripping your hands from in between your thighs and holding them above your head with one of his. Using his other hand to smack your inner thighs until you opened them. “I” smack. “Asked” smack. “You.” Smack. “A fucking” smack smack. “Question.” Smack.

“F-fuck, no, no you didn’t say I could relieve myself I’m sorry.” He cupped your pussy running the palm of his hand up and down with ease because of how slick you already were. “God, this pussy is so fucking wet for me.” He let your hands go and put them at your sides, still rubbing his hand up and down. His palm hitting your clit deliciously with every stroke. You only get lost in the feeling for a few seconds before you feel a big ringed hand land a harsh smack on your tit.

“Oh shit!” You let out a yelp and jolted backwards.

He stopped stroking your pussy to pull you back to the end of the bed by your thighs “did I say you could fucking move? You’re going to sit right here while I remind you who these fucking tits belong to.” He grabbed your hands in his and put them at your sides “Don’t. Move.” His hand came down on your tit again, his rings enhancing the pain in the best way. “Open your mouth” you obliged, and he shoved his fingers in your mouth “suck” you did as you were told, wetting them with your spit. He pulled them from your mouth and dragged them down to your chest, his now slick fingers lightly tracing around your nipple. You let out a moan at the feeling and before you could process his fingers grabbed your nipple and squeezed hard.

“O-oh fuck! Shit.” He shoved the fingers from his other hand into your mouth, gagging you slightly before repeating the actions on the other side. He grabbed both of your nipples at once and twisted them. “You like this don’t you? Is this what you wanted? If you wanted me to play with your tits baby all you had to do was ask” he let go of your nipples and both his hands came smacking down on either one of your boobs, once, twice, three times before he grabbed hold of your nipples again.

It went on like this for a while, him squeezing and smacking your tits. Adding his teeth, biting at your supple flesh and leaving love bites all over your chest. “Whose tits are these, baby?” He was licking all over your chest while he squeezed your tender nipples in both hands.

“Yours! They’re yours! Only yours I p-promise!” You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your tits were so sensitive and your pussy was dripping begging to be touched. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good if you please just fuck me.” There were tears starting to form in your eyes, and your words were starting to sound slurred. Eddie was so fucking hard thinking about how he could get you to this fucked out state without even truly touching you that he couldn’t even bring himself to protest.

“Alright baby, lay down, I’ll give you what you want.” You laid back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge and Eddie came up between your legs, hooking them around his hips before he lined himself up with your dripping cunt. Ready and waiting for his cock, always the perfect fit. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just slamming into you in one thrust and fucking you hard and fast. “You’re so hot like this princess, all fucked out just for ME, my pussy, my tits. Mine mine mine.” He leaned over you and kissed you hard, bringing one of his hands down to rub little circles on your clit. That mixed with the feeling of your tender chest rubbing against his still clothed one had the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock” your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you brought your hands to his hair tugging on it like it was the last thing grounding you to the earth. “Yeah baby, cum for me. I’m going to fill this little pussy up with my cum and make you walk around with it in those little bikini bottoms of yours” that did it for you, your orgasm came crashing down on you and as soon as Eddie felt your walls tighten around him he was right behind you, filling you up just like he said.

He collapsed on top of you for a second before pushing himself on his arms and kissing your nose “You were such a good girl for me baby, do you want to go back down by the pool? Take a nap here? We can go home if you want? Anything you want it’s yours.” His demeanor changed to sweet and doting like it always did after he was rough with you.

“Mmm… I think I'll just take a little nap here if that’s okay? Then maybe afterwards we can go hang by the pool?” You yawned, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Okay sweets, that sounds good.” He slipped out of you causing you to wince, grabbing your bottoms from the ground and pulling them up your legs “we can at least TRY to not get anymore cum on Harrington’s guest bed” he chuckled before scooting you up to the head of the bed and tucking you in the blankets.

Normally you would be more worried about the fact that you were dripping a mixture of you and your boyfriends cum onto your friend's guest bed but you were too tired to care. He shed his own clothes down to his boxers before sliding into the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms, your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and along your bare back “I love you baby girl” he whispered into the crown of your head before leaving a kiss there. “Love you Ed’s” you barely mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

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Dimentio gets an ulcer: the fanfic. alternate title: King Boo’s inevitable return (more content for A Jester’s Lament) (don’t take my writing seriously here this is just for fun and kinda a shitpost) (also not necessarily canon) (not at the moment anyways) (I haven’t decided) (also spoilers for the entire fic)

also ignore my recent posts with my second dimentio design. for simplicity’s sake, his original AJL design is what we’re working with

(Part one btw)

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Dimentio scanned his writings as his eyes narrowed to a squint. “No, no,” he mumbled under his breath as he erased a word, replacing it with its more dignified counterpart. He paused once more, wondering if the extravagant word choice made him sound pretentious. He decided to keep it as it was.

It had been close to a year since King Boo fell to the Pure Hearts, and Dimentio still had yet to finish his collection of tales and spells. He wasn’t even done interviewing the Pixls, and he still had his own thousands of years worth of experience to put into words. If he wasn’t babysitting the Koopalings or visiting friends, he was writing. Writing, writing, writing, from when he saluted the sun till when he bowed to the moon. Sometimes he would even forget to eat or drink. At least, that’s what he told himself to keep things simple. He was keenly aware of his conscious ignorance of his body’s cries for help, just so he could get a few more paragraphs down on the pages.

“Dimentio!”

Despite himself, Dimentio was brought out of his hypnosis. Suddenly becoming aware of the pain in his hands, he lifted his head as Carrie was now fluttering over him. Boomer, who had been sleeping on the Ancient’s shoulder, suddenly buzzed and spun in circles in a frightened daze. Dimentio’s attention shifted to him for a moment, then back to Carrie. “What are you…” He peered at what the Pixl was holding above his head. Dimentio stood, stirring up the other Pixls resting nearby as if they were fireflies in a twilight field. “Is that my mail?”

“Uh, yes. I wasn’t snooping in your mailbox or anything!” Carrie quickly defended himself as Dimentio took the envelope in hand. “The mailman was dropping it off, and I was like, ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take it,’ and-“

Dimentio raised a hand, silencing the Pixl’s anxious rambles as he mumbled, “It’s fine, Carrie.” His focus drifted back onto the letter. He pinched the corner, ripping it along the top not as delicately as he would have preferred.

“Ooo, the Princess!” Thudley announced, having immediately noticed the, Sincerely, Princess Peach, near the bottom of the letter. “It must be important!”

Dimentio looked around him, having been obvious to the Pixls crowding together by his head. “Weird. Usually they just text me. Ah, I must be climbing up in the ranks,” he half-joked under his breath. “Dear Dimentio, blah blah blah, blah blah blah… Mario Kart?”

“Oh, wow!” Carrie sprung up again. “Did they invite you to race?”

“Good Grambi, I hope not.” He held the note closer to his eyes. “Nope.” A strange disappointment fell upon him. I must not be as special as I previously assumed.

“Well, then what’s it for?”

“I’m getting there,” he assured Carrie, beginning to pace around his Flopside home. “Nothing-nothing-nothing, whole bunch of nothing, blah blah blah.” He recalled his eager Pixl audience, clarifying, “It’s a sort of annual race, and, uh…” He looked at the letter one more time before folding it back up and tossing it onto his bed. “I have received some sort of VIP invitation to come watch.”

“That’s so cool!” Carrie bounced up and down.

“Aren’t you excited?” Dimentio heard Piccolo ask as he opened his closet, the door creating a barrier between him and the Pixls.

“Frankly? Yes, I am.” He chuckled a little bit at the thought of it as he slipped his more formal attire off the hanger to change into. “Damnit,” he began to laugh a few moments later as he began to button up his long-sleeved black shirt.

“What’s so funny?” he recognized Slim’s voice.

“I’m just”—he snickered once more—“imagining it. All of them on their stupid little Go-Karts. Bowser, too, hah! I mean, I get it,” he clarified as he tied the strings of his pants. “I get why it’s such a huge event, but still.” He walked back into view, boots in his hand as he sat on his bed. “They have to be at least a little self aware at how… silly it all looks. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too old for this kind of stuff.”

“Sheesh, maybe you are.”

“Hey now.” He eyed Carrie. Dimentio finished lacing his dark boots and lifted himself off the bed, staring at himself in the mirror. Long gone was his flashy purple and yellow cape and his diamond-tipped cap. Over his shirt draped a dark cloak that fell down to his thighs, and a hood obscured his face with a similar darkness. Even then, Dimentio still raised his hands to tie a dark cloth around the lower half of his face, sparing only his eyes, and even they were half-blind. He knew there was nothing he could do to hide himself while he remained on the mortal plane. Everywhere he went, there was a shiver up one’s spine that followed. He was an ominous sin, an uncanny evil. Blending in with the shadow he brought with him was the least he figured he could do. But they still knew. They all did. As if it were instinct. Everyone, dead and alive, always knew when Dimentio was near.

And now, he was torn between disappointing his friends by dismissing their invitation and disappointing the world with his presence. I should be used to not ever being able to win. Dimentio shook his head at the sinister thought, disrupting the mask. Thoughts come and go. Let them come and go. Let them come and go.

“Is the race today?” Thoreau flew next to his head as Dimentio adjusted his cloth-mask.

“Tomorrow, but Peach invited us to the Castle. I assume it’s an ‘us’ at least,” he referred to Mimi, O’Chunks, and Nastasia. It had been over a month since he had seen any of them in person. He found himself more eager at that aspect than the race itself. Dimentio peered closer at the dark circles beneath his eyes, their existence unknown to him before that moment. Like the fool that he was, he proceeded to smudge them like that was going to help. “As always, you all can come with me, stay, or go.” He adjusted his collar in the mirror one final time. “I’ll return in a few days. Ciao.” Without another word, Dimentio snapped his fingers, a black box forming and closing in on him as quickly as it appeared.

A toad screeched in fright when Dimentio abruptly appeared. Whether it was due to Dimentio himself or his unexpected arrival, it was anyone’s best guess. “Sorry!” The guard cleared his throat as he stood up tall. Well, as tall as he could. “Welcome to the Mushroom Castle, Dimentio. Not…” Dimentio looked at him, and the toad fearfully shrunk down. “Not that you haven’t been here before.”

Dimentio averted his gaze. He could live for another millennia, and his damage could never truly be undone. “Who is all here?”

“Oh, uh, let me think. Her Majesty, for sure. Mario, Luigi,-“

“Dimentio! Hey!”

He peeked behind his shoulder to see Mimi entering the corridor, her arm stretched high above her head. She vanished within a heartbeat, appearing directly in front of him. Dimentio gasped out of fright, then gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as tight as she could. She acted as if it had been years since they had seen each other, but it was charming in a way. “It’s so good to see you!” she greeted, hugging him every tighter.

“Is that so?” He wiggled an arm free to pull his cloth-mask down.

She pulled back, gawking at him. “You bitch, you’re supposed to say you missed me too!” Dimentio laughed in response to the playful shove on his shoulder. Before he could respond, Mimi took his chance, “Hey, come out to the cloisters with me.” She took his hand, teleporting the pair to a lounge area just before the Castle's garden. “Fuck,” she expressed to them all. “I should’ve sent a warning first.”

“I hate you.”

“Aw, Dimentio, you came!” Princess Peach interrupted him, her hands folded on her chest. “I’m so happy you could make it. I think you’re going to love it. Mario Kart, that is.”

“Haha, ‘ere he is!” O’Chunks chuckled, gesturing towards Dimentio with his finger.

“Hey, Dim,” Luigi simply said with a smile and a wave of his gloved hand.

Dimentio smiled at them both. “Hello, O’Chunks. Luigi.” He then directed his attention back to Peach. “I appreciate the invite, Princess.” His body moved forwards ever so slightly in an instinctive bow. A breeze then hit him, and he shuddered ever so slightly. He still felt so vulnerable going out in public without his cloak. Not the cloak he currently had on, his cloak. Nothing could ever replace his cloak. He pushed his thoughts aside, or at least tried to, then succeeded to actually push his wind-disrupted hair out of his eyes as he sat down in an unoccupied chair. “Who’s all racing?”

“Everybody, I think. Oh, wait, I forgot, you’re new to this. Heh, sorry.” A smile formed under Luigi’s mustache. “Well, there’s the Princess, Mario.” He gestured a gloved hand to them both. “Anyone who’s on the usual roster. Oh yeah, me too. And Mimi wanted to race, but it’s so hard to get new people onto the track.”

“Isn’t it literally called Mario Kart?” Dimentio crossed one leg over the other. “Why is it difficult?”

Mario chimed in, “It’s more so just simply named after me. I don’t really run it. Those who do, the higher-ups, they’re very strict. Something about getting new karts, altering schedules, training new racers, so on, so forth. You have to tell them months in advance for them to even acknowledge your request. Did you want to race?”

Dimentio scoffed. “Hell no.”

“How can you not?” Mimi gawked at him. “It looks super fun!”

“‘Looks,’ Mimi. It ‘looks’ fun. You try racing over a hundred miles per hour inside a volcano or something of the sort while getting pelted by shells, lightning, bombs,-“

“That’s the fun part! Geez, when did you get so uptight?”

Dimentio raised his eyebrows. “Do you not know me at all?”

“Gosh, see? This is what happens when you stop all the evil stuff cold turkey. Oh no, Mimi, I don’t want to race inside a volcano, that sounds boring! I’m going to go drink some tea and stare whimsically at the sunset for a few hours. Ooo! Maybe tomorrow I’ll drink a different flavor of tea. My, isn’t that scandalous? Wake up a little!” She reached over and shook him by the shoulders, interrupting Dimentio’s humiliated rubbing of his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at anybody. “You’re as bad as Aldus was.”

“Aldus had a few sins under his belt, don’t underestimate that.” Dimentio resumed rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, races!” When Mimi abruptly changed the subject, Dimentio lifted his head, spying Luigi quickly pretend like wasn’t staring. “What are the tracks this year?”

Peach, Luigi, nor Mario would know the answer to her question. The “higher-ups” had yet to release the roster and track list. The group conversed some more, all while Dimentio couldn’t fully cower away from the spotlight that had been put on him. He knew he had no right to feel the way he did. He wasn’t the victim of his own hand. And yet, there he was: feeling. Were they still afraid of him? The more he pondered it, the more he felt like it would be strange if they weren’t. Foolish, too. Not because he was ever going to do anything of his former nature again, but because they couldn’t prove he wasn’t.

Dimentio trekked the halls of the Mushroom Castle, not relishing in the days where he was being chased by a deranged, unstoppable feline down the chasms of blood and broken glass. He passed multiple other rooms before getting to his, a place he hadn’t been to since he was first introduced to it over a year ago. As he opened the door, the golden light spilled from the slivers in his curtains to his boots. He narrowed his eyes as something on the desk caught his attention. Letting gravity pull the door close, he stepped towards the unknown book, picking it up and blowing the dust off.

“It’s a spell book.”

Dimentio gasped and twisted his head over his shoulder, spying a door that had not closed after all and a familiar plumber standing in the entrance.

Luigi’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Dimentio quickly reassured. “No, don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He glanced at the book once more, then lifted his eyes back to Luigi. “Did you get this for me?”

“Yes. No. I mean,” Luigi cleared his throat. “I borrowed it from Merlon, and I got done reading it a while back, and I asked him if I could let you borrow it, so… Yeah, I didn’t necessarily get it for you, since it still belongs to Merlon, b-but whatever. You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Dimentio smiled slightly to ease Luigi’s clear anxiety. He stared at the title, written in the dead language of the Ancients. ‘Ancient Magic for Dummies.”

“Does it actually say that?”

“No, Monsieur, no, it doesn’t,” Dimentio chuckled quietly, and Luigi soon followed. He stepped into the room as Dimentio peered back at the cover. “I’m not too fluent. This language was practically extinct by the time I was born, surprisingly enough. See this?” He held the book out to Luigi and pointed to a word. “I know what that word means, but it doesn’t have a true English translation.”

Luigi nodded, interested. “What is your best guess?”

Dimentio’s eyes rose to the ceiling. “I believe… I am being humbled.” Luigi laughed lightheartedly as Dimentio scrambled for a word. “Enchiridion, perhaps.”

“Is this still English, my friend?”

“Guide. Manual. Instructions.”

Luigi thought for a moment. “So, my best guess is that it technically says, ‘A Guide to Ancient Magic.’”

“No.”

“But technically?”

Dimentio’s one working pupil flicked from the book to Luigi, who had a smug smile and was clearly trying not to laugh. “Sure.”

“Mhm.” He teasingly nodded with a quiet chuckle.

“Sure, I guess it technically says that.”

“And you say you aren’t fluent.”

“My relationship with language is complicated!” he spoke above Luigi’s increasing laughter. Dimentio couldn’t help but crack a smile as he flipped through the book, eventually landing on a preserved passage written in the dead script. “Ah! I know this one.” He garnered Luigi’s attention, who watched him point his finger to a word on the page and translate aloud, “The.” Silence filled the room. Dimentio dipped his head. “Je t’en prie.”

They shared hushed laughter once more. “How long has it been sitting there?” Dimentio finally asked.

“Oh, not long. Couple of months.” When Dimentio eyed him, Luigi muttered, “A year.”

Dimentio looked back at the book, flipping through the pages. While powerful in his spells, Dimentio was likely the dumbest, most pathetic Ancient to ever exist. While there was his dimension-creating spell, Dimentio never finished his apprenticeship, and it was rare he indulged in self-taught lessons throughout his centuries of life. This book was likely the answer to learning all he never got to learn. But even then, he was sure most spells would be lost to time.

‘Year,’ echoed in his head. “This is my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Dimentio-“

“Mimi was right. I do spend most of my time doing nothing. I haven’t spent as much time as I should’ve with any of you since the Odyssey trip. Especially you.” Silence took his place, then Dimentio interrupted it, “It’s not that I don’t care. I do, it’s just… I’m afraid I don’t know.” You do.

“Dimentio.” He took note of the plumber’s hand on his shoulder. In that second, dozens of battles flashed before Dimentio’s eyes. “It’s okay. It really is. I know you care, we all do. I… I get it.”

Neither of them had to explain it. Even if they wanted to say it aloud, they likely couldn’t.

“But hey, you’re here now. I am. They are.” Luigi pointed to the open door. “We’ll be here for about fifty more years on top of that. If we don’t fix it now, we have more than enough time to do so.”

“Fifty years is a second for me, Monsieur, you know that right?” Dimentio instantly regretted his negative words. Luigi was just trying to help him, like always. He was well aware of Dimentio’s statement, too. “Hell, who knows.” He popped his neck as he interrupted himself, as if it could cut off the statement already processed in Luigi’s mind. “You all just might outlive me.”

“God, I hope so,” Luigi smirked, and they both laughed again. Luigi took his phone out of his pocket after feeling its buzz. “Hey, look, they announced everything!” He rotated his phone screen to Dimentio, who caught glimpse of a message from her highness. “The tracks, who’s racing. Everyone’s in the living room. Let’s go check this shit out.” When Dimentio raised his hand to teleport them, Luigi motioned his head towards the door. “Come on, walk with me.” In protest, Dimentio levitated a few inches off the ground, then felt bad and lowered himself back down again. After being extra careful walking down the stairs, Dimentio was met with a turn of heads and a blaring television above them on the wall.

“Boooo,” Mimi called out, her thumb pointed upside down. Nevertheless, Dimentio sat down on the couch next to her.

“Have we missed anything?” Luigi asked as he sat next to Dimentio.

“Nope, nothing.” Mario shook his head.

“I am Lakitu, your host as always!” Dimentio finally paid attention to the yellow Koopa-like creature that was speaking on the television. “And oh boy, do we have some exciti news to share with you all! First, the tracks. What’s a race without its tracks, am I right? Hah! This year, we will be taking a trip down memory lane and return to our 2009 cups! That’s right! It’s all back! From Mushroom Gorge to Moonview Highway,-“

“Woohoo! Hell yeah!” Luigi jumped out of his seat, the applause from the three racers temporarily drowning out Lakitu’s announcements. Lakitu continued to list off the featured tracks from the 2009 cup, alongside bonus courses such as Berlin Byways, Dragon Driftway, and Electrodome.

“We can’t possibly do this all in one day,” Dimentio mumbled under his breath, unsure if his statement would make him sound like a complete idiot or not. He was only slightly confident in his understanding of kart racing.

“You fucking fat-headed orangutan,” Mimi began, and Dimentio sighed upon knowing it was all over for him. “It’s over several days.”

“Without further ado, let’s list off this year's selected racers!” Lakitu cleared his throat, then the green screen stationed behind him began to change. He listed the names off Luigi, Mario, Princess Peach, a randomly selected Toad, all you could expect, featured with their picture and their name written in big, bold letters. “Now, folks, we are onto the big, bad villains. But fret not! As you are all very well aware of, they have taken a solemn vow to keep their antics out of this race.” He adjusted the papers in his talons. “First off, we have Bowser! The evil, menacing King of the Koopas, you all know him! Next up, Kamek! The sly, magical, blue-clothed advisor of the Koopa King. Bowser Junior and the Koopalings are set to join us as well! Don’t let their size or age fool you, they are merciless on the karts.”

“What are they doing here?” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his enthusiasm slipping. “This is far too treacherous for children!”

“Calm down, dude, they’re gonna be fine.”

“And how do you know that?” Dimentio turned his head to Mimi, who continued to face forwards without acknowledging him, a smug smirk on her face. He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “I will have to initiate an intervention with their father.” Somewhere in the background, Mimi mocked him. “Right now.”

“Dimentio!” echoed around him, but he turned his attention to Luigi, who was adding, “You’re gonna miss the announcements!”

Dimentio stood and began to make his way to the back of the room. “Don’t pause it. It’s fine,” were his last words before he whisked into the hall, furiously teleporting a scarcely-used phone in his hands. “Bowser,” Dimentio briskly hissed when the ringing ceased.

“Hi!” Dimentio was immediately greeted by giggles and shrieks of laughter. His face fell. This was not Bowser.

“Junior.” Dimentio began to pace, clutching the arm that hoisted his phone with his free hand. “Where is your father?” Dimentio recognized Roy hooting in the background of the call.

“What’s the pth-password?!” Junior could barely get out the sentence before choking on his laughter. The silence that followed from Dimentio only made them erupt even more.

“There is no password.” The defeat in his voice was already present and impossible to ignore.

“Yes there is!”

”Come on, Dimentio, what’s the password?” Dimentio could practically see Wendy’s mischievous glare through the phone.

”Say it, say it, say it!” many began to chant unsynchronized.

Dimentio was a lot of things, a lot of nasty things, but he was no fool. There was only one thing they could be talking about. Dimentio glanced behind him at the corridor’s entrance, then, when no watchful eyes greeted him, breathed a deep and weary sigh. He took a double-take, then gritted his teeth together. “Balls.”

Dimentio ripped the phone from his ear as the detonated cackling threatened to deafen him. “He said it! He said it!” Larry yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Larry! Junior! All of you! Where is Bowser?! Why are you racing?! You should be in school! Lemmy, what’s nine times four?” As he expected, Dimentio’s queries were thoroughly and wholeheartedly ignored, unless the chorus of cackles was a language he didn’t know how to decipher.

After more screeches so loud that Dimentio’s phone speakers were moments away from being placed on life support, a singular thunder rose above the splattering rain. “Hey, hey! Give me that sh- Give me that!” a familiar rumble grew louder with each stomp. Junior’s cry of protest was audibly cut short as Bowser snatched the phone from his claws. “Who is this?”

“Dimentio!” Junior answered for him.

“He said balls!” Iggy screamed from below.

“Oh, y’all got him to say the password? Haha, nice. Hey, Dimentio. What’s up?”

“Bowser, I need to have a word with you about Mario Kart.”

“What about it? Roy, let go of my leg!”

“What is going through your thick skull to even ponder the possibility of letting the Koopalings race? They are children! I assumed it was common sense to not let young kids behind the wheel, especially with such dangerous speeds and unforgiving competitors-“

Bowser let out a loud, exaggerated, drawn-out snore that, for a moment, was loud enough to drown out the ramblings of the Koopalings. “Boring!” he bellowed into the phone. “Untwist your panties, Dimentio! Nothing is going to happen to them. They have their daddy’s genes!”

“That is precisely what I am worried about.”

“Geez, take a step back, won’t you? Dimentio, I’m grateful you babysit and all, but at the end of the day, I am their dad, and I know what’s best for them more than you do. Listen, if you’re gonna cry about it this much, I can at least promise you that nothing bad’s gonna happen. They’ve done this thousands of times! Ain’t that right, kids?!”

“Thousands?!”

“Dimentio.”

The voice caught him off guard, and he nearly hurt himself jerking his head back towards the entrance. There, Luigi stood, stiff, quiet, and hollow, yet so heavy. Casted in shadows, the whites of his eyes were almost like lanterns. He appeared to be unnaturally still, until the shaking of his hands became evident.

The call had become background noise. “I’ll be back,” he hastily murmured, then, with a snap of his fingers, the phone vanished. His heart stammering, Dimentio rushed forwards to Luigi, who refused to even flinch. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Dimentio…” he repeated, his frail voice somehow so sharp. Dimentio opened his mouth, yet he found himself speechless as well. He stood there, waiting, the fear fatally contagious.

At last, Luigi heaved a breath, his chest falling with an uneven shiver, and he rasped out a name Dimentio thought he would never hear in the present tense ever again.

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obligatory nerdy prudes must die tier list! (explaining under the cut)

Bully The Bully- OKAY THIS IS MY FAV SONG AT THE MOMENT IT'S SO FUN!! Just some kids planning to prank the bully and no one dies :D! I will now list some of my favorite parts because I love it so much

° the entire cool beans section (i used to say cool beans so much a few years ago)

° the jAgermAn??

° "Petey gonna jump on out *he jumps* "JAGER GONNA JAGER OUUUT" (been repeating this part a lot)

° "We're gonna make a dirty movie where the losers win, and the joke is on him!" (AAAAGH I LOVE HARMONIES)

Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Will and Jon in this song?? IM EATING THIS SHIT UP!!! Jon sounds so good omg. Max's ghost form is sick as hell.

High School Is Killing Me- the opening song is a bop. THE HARMONIESSS!!

Cool As I Think I Am Reprise- AAH THIS SONG DESTROYED ME. HOW DARE THEY BE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

Literal Monster Reprise- DUDE I LOVE WILL'S PERFORMANCE!! really hoping to see him in more Starkid stuff. performing this song looks so fun. Max is an asshole, but so goofy.

Lords In Black- idk why The Summoning and Lords In Black are separate things, thought The Summoning was the intro to the song but whatevs. love the designs of the lords in black. such a fun song, really should listen to it more.

If I Loved You- H A R M O N I E S!!! love when Pete was talking about the football team he swung his arms like a bat.

Bury The Body- love Grace being unhinged good for her. the panic is so good in this scene. again, HARMONIESS!! and hooray for cutting off nips.

Hatchet Town- EVERYONE SOUNDS SO GOOD. all the references were fun! it's giving McCarthyism

Cool As I Think As I Am- love Pete and love this song, but there are songs that i love WAY more. this song is iconic tho, it's got the line that comes back across the musical!! build that confidence king!

Dirty Girl- a Definite Bop. and Will is RIPPED GODDAMN. but maybe just a liiiittle too long. and when she was repeating im a good girl I was kinda uncomfy lmao.

Just For Once- playing a character that's playing a character sounds difficult so props to Lauren. liked seeing more of Ruth's character in this song. feeling like her life is over even tho she's still young (oh no it's relatable)

Best Of You- THEY WENT THROUGH HELL THEY DESERVE A CHEESY ENDING SONG!!

Dirty Dudes Must Die- WOO GRACE GET THOSE DIRTY DUDES

Literal Monster- it's alright, don't have any strong feelings about it. Kim SLAYED her part tho!

The Summoning- just an intro, points for spooky vibes

Go Go Nighthawks- very unfortunate that this goes at the bottom of the list. love the football guys <3 FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!! it's good but just really repetitive :/

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I thought this would be quick...

Please ignore my blurry headers, I swear I'm working on it.

So this is a two in one, since you need to make the sauce recipe from the back of the book as well. I hadn't banked on it still being 40°C outside, and as you may recall, my kitchen has no windows.

Luckily Tony says this sauce should take no more than 45 minutes, and ideally much less. The meatballs however, took quite some time.

I think this is entirely too much onion for meatballs, but maybe that's just me. I used some Sicilian oregano that I bought a few months back for my tiny, apartment style herb garden. Most of the herbs have died, but the oregano is still doing okay.

A pound each of ground veal, beef, and pork. Panko and eggs. Nothing fancy - oh, except my fancy garlic...

Look at these big honkin' cloves! Not shallots, garlic. I really got a deal at the farmers market last week. The guy wasn't lying when he said it's strong. Cook up the minced veg and herbs for a few minutes and cool them before mixing into the meat.

The formed meatballs chill for 15-60 minutes. I left them longer (2.5 hours) because I somehow threw my back out a little, and needed to take a time out. It kinda works out, since my fridge is working overtime in this crazy fucking 3 week heatwave.

Then, the sauce.

Of course, the week I need a bunch of Roma tomatoes, Costco is all out. Had to buy some depressing ones from the cheap grocery store. I let them sit at room temp for a few days so they could ripen as much as possible. Dunno if it helped, the skin was really hard to get off even after blanching and an ice bath.

Onward and upward. I splurged a little and got myself a case of San Marzano whole tomatoes. I think they helped make up for the sad Romas.

When the sauce is mostly ready, preheat your oven to 400° so that your apartment can get even more disgusting and unbearable. Now stick your head over an oily cast iron for a half hour and sear 27 meatballs on all sides.

The onions stuck to the pan and over cooked, so I had to clean the pan between batches. Not ideal.

Blitz your sauce with an immersion blender, then stir in 2 chunks of butter. Rip up your basil, stir, season and you're done.

I realized my roaster was too big for this many meatballs to sit deep enough in the wine and sauce mixture, if you can believe it. So I used the braising pan that I made the sauce in, and the cast iron that I seared the meatballs in. Both work just like a braising pan.

Don't believe the people who say you can't cook tomatoes in cast iron, they don't know shit.

Pour almost equal parts wine and pomodoro (a little more wine than sauce) around the meatballs and bake for 20 minutes. Yes, I was drinking white wine (with ice) from a whiskey glass while finishing this up. My entire being is just sweat and back pain at this point, I'm not fucking around anymore. We're in the homestretch.

Really good, fresh mozza, and some of that good parm I bought back in the winter. That wedge is probably going to last me the whole book.

His recipe says to put the bottom of the bun underneath the meatballs while they broil, but I'm not partial to burnt, soggy bread, and I hate when the top and bottom bun are fully separated. You need that back connection to hold the meatballs in! So I just broiled the balls with the cheese on top (my broiler fixed itself...?), and plopped them into the buns once the cheese looked nice. Add a bit of the reserved pomodoro to the bun.

Sure ain't beautiful, and it's hefty, but she's fuckin' tasty. Got a tiny bit soggy towards the end, but nothing fell or dripped onto my plate. Very clean meatball sub.

| Meatball Parm Hero & Pomodoro |

Taste is a 4 out of 5. The meatballs were pretty juicy, even though I hit a higher temp than Tony called for.

Difficulty is a 4 out of 5. The back pain may be clouding my judgment, but this is a lot for one day. Make your pomodoro in advance.

Time was hard to say. Without my extended break, I think this would have taken about 4 hours.

Tony calls for footlong semolina hero rolls with sesame seeds on them, split in half to serve two people each. The closest I could muster was 6 inch Italian style sausage buns with semolina. They got the job done pretty well, so I'm calling it. This recipe feeds at least 8 people.

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Put On The Red Light | Part One

18+ Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: When Eddie's long-lost cousin, Roxy, shows up on his doorstep, he must accept that his whole life is changing once again.

Warnings: angst, anxiety, jealous Eddie, sexuality crisis, insecure Eddie, parental issues, implied/referenced parental abuse/neglect, background Vickie/Robin, Will/Gareth, Wayne/Mr. Clarke

word count: 9.9k

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A few loud knocks on the front door rip him from his slumber, he turns to his alarm clock to see it's after 1 pm, Wayne should be home to get it… But the knocks keep coming, more frequent and needier than ever, forcing him out of bed. 

He tumbles down the hall with a groan and his eyes still closed, he rubs his face on the walk to the door and opens it with a sigh, “what?” 

He’s expecting it to be Dustin or Max, or Steve maybe… Not a beautiful woman. 

“Oh, um, hi,” she waves. “Does Wayne Munson live here by chance?” 

He shakes the sleep from his face and blinks at her a few times, registering that she was real, he nods. “Yeah, why?” 

“Is he here right now?” She stands on her tiptoes and looks past his shoulder and into the trailer. 

“No, he’s not… once again, why?” He steps back so she doesn’t bump into him while trying to get a look inside, and all she does is walk into the trailer through the gap between him and the door. “Hey! You can’t just walk into my house? Who are you?” 

“I’m apparently Wayne Munson’s daughter,” she explains, looking around the room at everything, “let me guess, you’re his other kid?” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” both his hands go up in defence, he is too tired for this shit. “What are you talking about? Wayne doesn’t have any kids?” 

She turns to him with her hand out, ready to shake his, “sorry, I’m Roxy… well, Roxanne but everyone calls me Roxy.”

“Hi… I’m Eddie… Edward,” he takes her hand delicately but she grips his tight. “Munson as well…”

“Nice to meet you,” she gives him a beautiful smile, it’s almost like looking in a mirror. 

They shared a lot of similar features, dark curly hair being one of them, which is funny seeing as Wayne is balding. She’s way too pretty to be Wayne’s kid. And if she is, that makes her Eddie’s cousin and now he thinks his cousin is pretty… he drops her hand and pulls away.

“My mom reportedly fucked a man named Wayne Munson back in ’66, she never saw him again and never knew where he lived to even track him down and tell him that she was having his kid. So I’ve tracked him down and now I’m here and I want to meet my dad.” 

He laughs at how crazy it is, but it sounds about right, “uh, well, I’m his nephew but he basically raised me so, I mean, I kinda feel like his son?” 

“So we’re cousins,” she beams a smile at him, “I’ve always wanted a cousin!” 

“Yeah, I suppose so…" he can’t believe it either. “But, uh, Waynes not here as you can see, and I don’t know where he is but you can stay and wait for him?” 

“Okay, cool,” she smiles again, turning back towards the wall full of mugs and hats and getting closer to it. She examines it carefully, “so, is it just you two here? He doesn’t have like a wife or anything?” 

“Nope, just us… I uh, I’m going to change,” he references down to his bare chest and ripped pyjama bottoms.

“Okay,” she doesn’t mind, she barely pays any attention to him, instead she’s looking through Wayne’s things on the walls. 

Back in his room he hops into his jeans like a maniac, throws on some deodorant and a new shirt, brushes his teeth and fixes his hair and then it really hits him. “She’s your fucking cousin dude, chill out.” 

He heads back into the main room full of shame, she’s moved on to the tv cabinet to look at all their tapes and movies, “I’m actually late for something, but uh, I guess feel free to stay here? There’s nothing worth stealing so, even if you’re lying I don’t think Wayne will care that I left you here.” 

That makes her laugh, “I’ll watch over the place, have fun, cuz!” She gives him a wave and a smile, one that looks a lot like Waynes. 

“Thanks…” he gives her a small wave back and all but runs to his van. 

He doesn’t care where he’s going, he just needs to drive. His mind was completely warped by the knowledge that he had a secret cousin and she was about to infiltrate his life. Wayne, his Wayne, had a daughter. She was Wayne’s blood and much more so than Eddie is, he’s just Waynes brothers kid. He can’t help but worry that having a daughter is going to change Wayne’s life and Eddie will be slowly replaced by the child of his own that he always wanted… 

Somehow he ends up parked at Family video, right beside Steve’s car, like his body knew what to do to make him feel better before his mind did. 

He heads inside quickly and makes his way right to Steve, “you’ll never fucking guess what just happened to me.” 

“What did you do?” Steve smirks, knowing by the ghostly look on Eddie’s face that it’s something embarrassing that he’s going to get to tease him about. 

“This pretty girl showed up at my trailer looking for Wayne and I was like half asleep and half naked and she just barged in and told me she’s my cousin?” 

“You have a hot cousin?” Steve exclaims, excited until he sees how Eddie’s not happy about it, “man, sucks to be you… is she still at your place?” 

“Hey,” Eddie points at him, “her being hot is not the point, dude, what if Wayne kicks me out so his real kid can come live with him? What if he likes her more than me? What if she moves to town and everyone likes her more than me?” 

“That’s a given, bud,” Steve teases him, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull him in for a much-needed hug. “I’m kidding, you’re going to be fine… as long as you don’t mind me hitting on your hot cousin.” 

“Can you shut up,” Eddie manages to smile as he hugs him back. Holding Steve with his chin on his shoulder, he felt a lot more relaxed than before. Steve always had this effect on him.  

“What's this about?” They hear Robin come barreling towards them from the back room. “I want in on a hug.” She all but tackles them as she joins in, “what’s going on?” 

“Eddie has a new hot cousin,” Steve teases, extending an arm around Robin to invite her in. 

“Seriously?” She looks up at Eddie from the middle of the hug. 

He nods, “apparently Wayne has a real kid.” 

“Oh shit,” she feels his pain, “does he know yet?” 

Eddie shakes his head and pulls away from the group hug, “she’s just in the trailer, I kinda ran when I realized she’s actually related to me and too pretty for me to talk to, anyway.” 

“So, she’s just in your trailer all alone?” Robin can’t help but laugh. “what’s Wayne going to do when he gets there?” 

—

Wayne walks into the trailer with his hands full of groceries, Eddie’s van is gone but there’s a figure pacing back and forth in front of the living room window, “hey, I thought you were— who the heck are you?” Wayne places all the bags on the counter and stares at the woman. 

“Hi,” she stands still and awkwardly waves at him. “I’m Roxanne, Roxanne Crutchstone, my mom is—

“Janine,” says with a gasp and freezes. His jaw dropped, and his heart beats double-time in his chest as he stares at the daughter of the woman he once loved. Albeit for one night, he felt a lot for her in those few hours they spent alone in the back of his chevy. And now he was seeing why. “You’re mine aren’t you?” 

She nods like her head is trapped on a spring, not knowing what else to say as her eyes bubble up with tears. “My mom didn’t know how to find you, she always told me about you, I always knew I had a dad who would probably want me and— and then I saw Eddie Munson on the news and I knew, I knew you’d be here. I knew you’d be my dad.”

He makes his way to her and wraps her up in his arms, he kisses the top of her curly head of hair and that’s when she starts to sob. She’s always wanted a dad. He holds her like a father, he smells like a dad would, and he’s kind and loving and completely hers from now on. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know about you sooner,” he whispers against her hair. “But you’re welcome here all the time… where are you living? How’d you get here? Are you safe?” He asks as he pulls back, instantly concerned and in full father mode. 

“I took the bus into town a few days ago, I’m living at the apartment complex down by the hospital, it’s above the general store and post office…” she explains. “I’m taking a year off before I go to college, I thought I’d come live here and try and get to know you a bit?” 

“So you’ve graduated high school?” He beams, knowing she must be the same age as the older two girls Eddie hangs around with.

She nods, “just last month.” 

“Damn, you’re a smartie aren’t cha?” He teases, “Eddie didn’t until— wait did you meet Eddie?” 

She nods again, “he was here, he let me in, but he said he was late for something and didn’t mind leaving me here alone, knowing that I’m yours.” 

“Okay, good. He’s technically my brother's kid but I raised him so he’s mine—

“Eddie said the same thing,” she smiles, a lot like Eddie. 

“He’s my boy. And it’s important for you two to get to know each other and get along, he’s very special to me… you might hear some shit about him from the folks in town but I promise you, he is nothing but kind and wonderful,” he can’t help but protect Eddie too. “He was accused of some awful things earlier this year and he’s still getting over it, but I can assure you, you’re safe with him and his friends.” 

“He seemed really sweet… he was half asleep but he was nice,” she agrees. “But uh, that’s kinda how I found you? I figured that the Eddie Munson on the news was probably related to the Wayne Munson my mom slept with… and she was worried about me coming out here cause he might actually be a murderer… but, what really happened? Cause he doesn’t seem like he has a vicious bone in his body.” 

“I wish I knew it all, honestly, but a girl died in our last trailer and he ran 'cause it was terrifying and so—

“So he looked really guilty,” she sympathizes. 

“Extremely guilty… but then more kids from the school died in strange places, there was a huge earthquake, the lab in town took the fall and he was let off the hook,” Wayne simplifies it down to just one sentence. 

“That’s unfortunate, but at least he still has some friends, you said?” 

“He didn’t graduate on time like you did, so most his friends are still high school age but he has some his own, like Steve… he’s probably going to hit on you, just beware,” Wayne teases. “That boy is a walking flirt. With absolutely everybody.”

“Noted,” she can’t help but smile. 

“Gosh, you look so much like your mom but there’s also so much of Eddie,” he gestures to her appearance. “The hair, your big brown eyes, your button nose…” Wayne boops his finger on her nose with a smile. “wow.” 

“Mom always said I got my nose from you,” she shares fondly. 

“She’s doing okay?” Wayne can’t help but wonder. 

“Oh yeah, she’s actually moving in with her boyfriend now that I’m out of the house,” she explains. “I grew up just outside of Chicago, we lived with my nanny and pops the whole time…”

“Right, I remember,” Wayne can recall all the way back to that night, he was visiting Chicago for a concert, and she was having a weekend out with friends, one thing led to another and now here she is. “So, Roxanne? Is that what you prefer to be called?” 

She shakes her head, “no, everyone calls me Roxy, I’m more of a Roxy.” 

“Yeah,” he takes a look at her with a sweet smile, “come sit,” he moves them over to the couch again and sits right beside her. “Tell me everything, I want to know who you are.” 

It feels like a lot of pressure, but he’s so calming and fatherly that she opens up quite easily. “Where should I start, dad?” 

“The beginning,” Wayne smiles, tearing up a bit at the name he always wanted to be called. It wasn’t often Eddie called him dad, that was saved for high emotional moments… this was easy and new and everything he wanted. 

—

When Eddie gets back to the trailer, Wayne and Roxy are still sitting on the couch, deep into a story about Wayne’s childhood that he’s heard a million times. 

“Eds! You’re home,” Wayne extends an arm out to him, drawing Eddie into the living room. “You met Roxy?” 

“I did,” he gives her a sweet smile. “I see you’re getting along real well…” it hurts only a little, the way they’re bonding isn’t helping his anxiety that Wayne isn’t going to love him anymore now that he has a real kid. 

Wayne just shakes his head, staring at her with amazement, Eddie’s seen that look before when he’s performed with his uncle in the audience. Wayne loved her already like a real good dad should, he took her in instantly and as much as it killed Eddie to see, he knew Roxy deserved this. Every kid deserved a good dad and Wayne was the best. 

“Yeah, she’s awesome… you two should hang out when I head to work?” 

“I’d love to,” Roxy’s full of smile, more than willing to get to know her new cousin. 

“Which I’ve gotta get ready for,” Wayne glances at his watch and stands as soon as he sees the time.  “Roxy’s moved to town, she’s living over in the apartments downtown—

“Above the stores?” Eddie asks, he’s well aware of those apartments. He lived in one with his mom before she died. Before he had to move in with Wayne. They’re cheap and gross and he may not remember much from back then, but he remembers he hates it there.

She nods, “yeah, they’ve been remodelled recently, they’re really nice.” 

“I’m sure,” he replies, it comes out a lot snarkier than he anticipated. “Uh, if you wanted to hang out, my friends and I have a little pizza party every Friday night, if you don’t mind meeting a few more new people tonight?” 

“Yeah, I’m down,” she sounds actually really excited. “Wayne was telling me all about your friends, you have so many?” 

He nods, “yeah, been through hell and back together, it’s kinda hard to lose ‘em now.” 

Wayne pats his shoulder as he passes him, heading to the bathroom to get ready for work. Now it’s just the two of them. 

She stands up with a smile and smooths out her shirt, “is this an okay outfit to wear?” 

He nods, “yeah, I’m not going to change either, so…” 

“Cool… we’re cool, right?” She asks, she can tell somethings off. 

Eddie just nods, pushing the jealousy aside, “yeah, I’m good, it’s just weird for me. Y’know?”

She nods, “yeah, no, I get it, I’m sorry for just barging into your life.”

He shrugs it off and walks to the phone, “it’s cool, really… I’m just going to call Steve and give them the heads up that you’re coming… is there a pizza topping you want?” 

She scurries over to him with excitement. She moves like he does, weird and unbalanced, she jumps to him instead of taking a last step and rocks back and forth on her feet, “what do you usually get?” 

“Uh,” he’s a bit taken aback by how comfortable she gets with him so quick. He physically steps back too, “we get 3 meat lovers for the boys, a Hawaiian for Argyle, Max and El and a vegetarian one for Robin and Nancy… but we can throw in whatever as long as Argyle gets the order in time…” 

“Ooo, okay, I’m good with some Hawaiian, actually,” she smiles, surprised that someone else in his group liked it too. “Your group sounds interesting…” 

“They are,” he agrees, picking up the phone and dialling the number of the video store. 

She leans against the table and smiles at him before she sits on top of it, kicking her feet, she’s content being there. 

He isn’t. 

It’s weird having a girl he doesn’t know too well in his trailer after everything that happened last time. It was different when Max, Robin and Nancy were in his trailer after Chrissy… they were in charge and saving the day. They knew what was going on. Now he’s bringing an outsider into their group and she will never know what really happened that week in March. But she feels like family… probably because she is. Something in the way she smiles feels like looking in a mirror but he likes her a little more than his own reflection— 

“Family Video Hawkins, Steve speaking.” Eddie hears in his ear, drawing him away from his thoughts. 

“Hey, Stevie… Roxy said she’d love to join us tonight and she’s another freak who likes pineapple so tell Argyle to throw in a second Hawaiian,” Eddie can’t help but smile, he too liked pineapple on pizza, occasionally. It must run in the family. 

“Ew, okay,” Steve says as if he hates it but he’s smiling too, Eddie can hear it. “I’ll go next door and tell him in a sec.” 

“Sounds good, okay, I’ll see you in a few hours,” Eddie says instead of goodbye. 

“You will,” Steve doesn’t say goodbye either but they both hang up. 

“So… Stevie, huh?” 

He nods, “yep.” 

“Tell me about him?” 

“He’s my friend… one of my best friends,” Eddie says with a completely serious face and then his jaw tightens and he rubs his molars together to stay calm and collected. Steve was special to him. He didn’t have to explain that to anyone if he didn’t want to. 

“Okay,” she puts her hands up in defeat and hops off the table, “what are some other names I should know besides Argyle and Stevie?” 

“Uh, well,” he runs his fingers through his hair and wonders where to start. “So my 3 closest buddies growing up are Gareth, Jeff and Kevin, they’re in my band…”

“Oh, you’re a musician too?” 

Great, he thinks to himself. What else is she taking from me? 

He nods, “yeah and then Steve's best friend is Robin she’s cool, not sure if she’s going to bring Vickie or not this time they have a bit of a tumultuous friendship so, watch out for that one.”

“Sounds juicy,” she teases. 

He just nods, “and then Nancy and Jonathan are always there 'cause we have it at Jonathan’s parent's place, Joyce and Hop, he’s the chief of police, they have a new house here with a big basement we can use.” 

“That’s cute!” 

“yeah and Jon's brother Will has a gaggle of friends too, they’re 15, very rambunctious and too many hold on,” he counts on his fingers, “Will, Dustin, Lucas, Erika, Max, Mike, El and… yeah no, that’s it. There’s 7 of them.” 

“Holy shit?” She can’t believe it. “And you guys are cool having kids around?” 

He shrugs, “they’ve been through some shit, they’re not really as immature as you’d expect a bunch of 15-year-olds to be.” 

“Well, I’m excited to meet them,” she beams a smile at him. “Thank you for inviting me, it means a lot to me… I know it must be really strange to just have a cousin all of a sudden when it’s just been you and Wayne for so long, but I think it’ll be nice for us to get to know each other too.” 

He nods, “yeah, its no problem, really.”

“Don't let it become a problem,” she whispers, keeping her voice down so it doesn’t get to Wayne. “If you have any issue with me at all, ever, just let me know. Please? You’re special to my dad and I want to have a good relationship with you too.” 

He lets his walls down then, he sighs and nods, “okay… yeah, I’m a bit worried that I’ll lose him now that you’re here but I can see you’re pretty cool and normal so—

“You absolutely don’t have to worry,” Roxy assures him. “I’m not taking him from you, I just want to experience what it’s like to have a dad.” 

“And who the hell am I to get in the way of that?” Eddie manages to laugh. 

She opens her arms and looks at him cautiously as she moves in closer, “are you a hugger?” 

“Yeah,” he smiles, opening his arms in return and taking her in for a quick hug. She’s about as tall as he is, she rests her chin on his shoulder and holds him tight. 

“I always wanted a brother, too…” she says as she pulls back. 

“A sister sounds nice,” he teases. “Just don’t move in and don’t touch my things and we’ll be fine.” 

“Deal.” 

—

“You know, I’m actually really excited to meet her,” Steve admits to Robin as they’re locking up. He lets her outside first and pulls the door closed to lock it. 

“Why? ‘Cause she’s the only girl in Hawkins who doesn’t know you’re a total loser?” Robin teases, waiting at his passenger door for him to unlock it.

“They don’t think that. Only you do and I don’t really think your opinion matches the vast majority of women in this town...” he fights back, rushing to his car to get it because it’s fucking cold out and it only makes him meaner when he’s cold.

He hops in and reaches over to her door to unlock it and push it open from the inside. She hops in and throws her bag in the back. “Mm, well, I like to think I know women better than you do,” she reminds him.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, starting his beamer with a sigh. “But no, it’s not cause she’s new, it’s cause she’s probably a lot like Eddie… and you know, I always thought if Eddie was a girl then I’d date her… or if I was a girl then it would work better cause he wouldn't have to change.” 

She stares at him like he’s a complete idiot, “what?”

“You know, if you were a boy there’s a girl you’d want to marry?”

“Steve, I don’t have to be a boy to like girls, you know that?” She says it slowly so that he understands her. “You don’t have to like girls just cause you’re a boy…” 

“I know, but I like girls?” He reminds her, “very much I might add…” 

“I wish you wouldn’t,” she really doesn’t want to hear about all the things he’s gotten to do with pretty girls that she still hasn’t. It’s not fair. “But what I’m saying is, you could like boys at the same time. That’s very much allowed.” 

“I don’t think I do,” he purses his lips and shakes his head, making it convincing that he’s thought about it before and he has thought about it. A lot.

He does like men. Just one man in particular piques his interest right now. But he shouldn’t, Harringtons aren’t gay. So he says he doesn’t. Cause he can’t.

“Okay,” she drops it, “whatever you say.”

“Do you think I’m gay?” He looks at her with so much panic, just idling in the parking lot, he’s not moving until he gets an answer. And one that he likes. 

She shakes her head, “no. I think you have a crush on Eddie…”

Steve can’t say that she’s wrong so he doesn’t say anything at all. He accepts her answer and nods, “interesting.” 

He puts his car in reverse, places his hand behind Robin's headrest and looks behind them, peeling out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. He’s quick to leave downtown, Robin is quiet the whole time, just smirking away cause she knows she’s right and she knows it’s silent in the car right now because Steve is thinking about how she’s right. 

“So what if I did?” Steve asks, almost whispering he’s so scared of the words that leave his mouth. “What if I did have a crush on Eddie?” 

“Ask him out? It’s really a no-brainer, here, Steve.” 

He looks at her and then back to the road a few times, mouth agape and then his voice picks right back up. In that octave, he only uses when he’s stressed out, “really? Thats it? You’re not going to do a deep dive into my brain and find out why I’m crushing on a dude of all fucking people?” 

“Sounds like you’re asking yourself enough questions for the both of us inside that big head of yours,” she teases. 

He shakes his head with a sigh. “If I tell you the truth are you going to make fun of me?” 

“Probably,” she’s honest. 

He sighs again, more exaggerated this time. “When we were walking through the upside down, going to Nancy’s, Eddie gave me this speech about how Nancy ran after me so fast so she must be in love with me but… but what he didn’t know is that I also wanted to run the first time. I almost didn’t go back to help Nancy with the Demogorgon but I did because I loved her and—and he came back in for me when he didn’t have to. You two already came down, I would’ve been fine with you guys. He didn’t need to come down but he did.” 

Robin just smiles, “do you want him to love you?” 

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know… but I remember staring at him and feeling like I wanted to kiss him and then the earthquake happened and you started screaming for Nancy.” 

“Yeah it was action-packed down there,” she remembers all too well. “And you know, I think he wanted to kiss you too, especially when he was hot wiring the RV, you know, when he called you ‘big boy’?” 

He sucks in a deep breath and nods, “yeah… I remember.” 

“So you should kiss him,” Robin suggests again. 

“No,” Steve panics a bit. “No. What if I’m just getting confused again like when I thought I was in love with you? I can’t kiss him and ruin everything?” 

“I’m sure you won’t… Eddie isn’t straight, there’s no way,” Robin waves her hands out and then smacks then over her knees. “No way.” 

“But we don’t know that, do we?” 

Robin stares at him. “Really? Really?”

“What?” 

“I said the same thing about Vickie and you kept yelling boobies at me!” 

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Steve combats, not realizing that it proves her point. 

“Which means I’m right, right now! Eddie likes you back!” Robin shouts, “come on, man, you have to know that by now! I literally walked out to find you guys hugging in the middle of the store today? You have sleepovers and share secrets, he’s just as close to you as I am and he actually wants to kiss you, so kiss him!” 

“I can’t!” Steve shouts back. “I can’t ruin this and I ruin everything when I date people. I’m not dating him. Look at us! You never dated me and now you’re my best friend in the whole world, I dated Nancy and she felt trapped and lost and sad for a year and I never noticed until it was too late.” 

“It wasn’t your fault, you know that,” Robin reminds him. “She was balls deep in her trauma, it was almost a year since her friend died while she was busy sleeping with you and never heard her screaming for help. Thats a hard thing to grapple with but she did love you. You did help her through it, she told me how much it meant to her that you’d go over and cuddle with her all night when she was missing barb and how you went to Barb's parents house for dinner all year when you didn’t need to. You helped her dad around the house and even went to Mrs. Hollands' house for tea on your own… you were a good boyfriend it just wasn’t meant to be and that’s okay.” 

“But what if the same is for Eddie? What if it’s just a huge crush and not meant to be and everything changes?” Steve worries. “I love the way things are. If he knew I was crushing on him then everything would change and I don’t want anything to change again.” 

“News flash, dingus, but Eddie’s long lost cousin showing up out of nowhere is going to change things,” Robin points out. 

He groans as he pulls into her driveway, “I know… can we just drop it? Okay?” He places the car in park and takes his keys out of the ignition. “I’m not ready for things to change a lot again.” 

“Okay,” Robin drops it and heads out of the car. “But if Roxy’s anything like Eddie, I’m guessing she’s going to want a date with me before you.” 

“Doubt it,” Steve laughs, following her inside. 

—

Eddie brings Roxy to the Byer's place a few minutes before the party normally starts. Joyce loves her right away, she fluffs her hair and says “oh, how I’d kill for locks like this.” 

Only for Hopper to reply, “you did back in 64.”

She sighs and pats Roxy’s shoulder, “enjoy being young.” 

She laughs, “I will now that I might make friends… I never really had any back in Chicago.”

“My boys are really sweet, I’m sure you’ll get along with them real well,” Joyce assures her. “If you like video games and George Lucas movies then you’ll fit right in.” 

“I do,” she brightens right up. “I thought they sounded interesting just from their pizza orders, now I know I’m surrounded by other dorks, this is the best  day ever.” 

She makes Hop laugh from his recliner in the living room, “and we’ve got sports going in here if you get tired of it at any point.” 

“Only Steve and Lucas ever take him up on that,” Joyce teases. “He’s dying for more sports fans.” 

“I mean, I was on the girls curling team in Chicago…” 

“Curling?” Eddie repeats, “like the one where you play shuffleboard on ice?” 

She nods, “yeah and I was really good at it. My team was the regional champion.” She wanders into the living room after that and sits on the couch beside Hopper, “what teams do you like?” 

Eddie listens in for a second but then he heads more into the kitchen, Argyle is already home with the pizzas, he’s just making a salad to go with it all. Jonathan was on pickup duty, using Argyle's van so they all had a place to sit. El was at Mike's, Will’s down the hall in his room… the house is pretty quiet right now. It wouldn’t be for long. 

He stands at the counter beside argyle, “hey…” 

“Hey,” argyle gives him a smile. “What’s got you so glum, my dude?” 

He shrugs, “it’s been a weird day.” 

“Meeting your long-lost twin’ll do that,” Argyle teases. “Seriously, are you sure Wayne isn’t your dad too? You’re like identical.” 

Eddie manages to laugh, “yeah, I don’t think so unless Wayne’s taking it to the grave, I’m pretty sure his asshole brother is my father… but yeah, I see it too.” 

“I’d love to meet my own doppelgänger,” Argyle says with excitement. “It would be cool to see someone, specifically a girl someone, who looked just like me and now you’ve got that! It’s sick.” 

“If you think so,” Eddie huffs, resting his chin in his hand and leaning against the counter. “She’s a prettier, shinier version of me… everyone's gonna end up loving her more and I’m going to be alone again.” 

Argyle puts the salad tongs down and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder instead, “it won’t be like that, man, I promise. You’re very special. What would we do without your songs and your jokes and the way you make everyone smile? Sure, she’s nice to look at but you’re you and that’s why we love you.” 

He gives argyle a side hug, “thanks, man, really. That’s very kind of you to say.” 

“Meant every word,” Argyle smiles. 

Just then the front door opens again and Steve’s familiar, “heey!!” Rings through the house. Both Eddie and Argyle head out to see him and Robin, entering the main room of the house and they see Steve’s jaw drop as he looks at Roxy for the first time. He goes right into Casanova mode, runs his fingers through his hair before he extends his hand to her and smiles, “hi, I’m Steve…” 

“Roxy,” she shakes his hand firmly and smiles back. “Nice to meet you… and you,” she turns to Robin and freezes, the same look that was on Steve’s face is now on Roxy’s as she looks at Robin. “Hi?” 

Robin smiles back, “so you’re the lookalike I’ve heard so much about.” 

“What?” Roxy doesn’t understand. 

“You and Eddie, you’re like twins,” She laughs, “although you are much prettier….” 

Roxy blushes and laughs, she tucks her hair behind her ear and stutters on her words, “th-thanks… thank you.”

“No problem,” Robin gives her one last smile and then keeps walking inside. “Is dinner ready? I’m starving!”

“Sure is! follow me,” Argyle leads her back into the kitchen and Roxy follows quickly behind her. 

Leaving Steve to walk up to Eddie and wrap his arm around him, “you okay?” 

Eddie nods, “yep. Just peachy.” 

They grab their plates and load them up with pizza and dipping sauces and salad, they have beers and sodas and chips for later when they’re hungry again. It’s the same every week, Joyce and Argyle will do anything to make sure the party is happy and fed and has a good time… they’re the best moms the party could ask for. 

In the basement, there are 4 mismatched couches and an array of other seats. Beanbags, a hanging chair thats secured to one of the log beams in the ceiling and a single plastic lawn chair… getting enough seats for everyone was hard. And now there’s 1 more person in their group.

Robin and Roxy take a seat next to each other, already getting to know each other, it makes Eddie relax a bit as he sits beside Steve. There’s a ruckus above them, meaning the kids have arrived with Jonathan and Nancy, and the party was about to really start. 

Steve can’t stop looking at Eddie, “are you sure you’re okay?” 

He just nods, “yeah… I just want to eat and say hi to everyone and then go home.” 

“Oh,” Steve's face drops. “Are you still feeling anxious? Do you want a hug?” 

He looks over to Roxy and Robin, talking just loud enough to be heard by one another and fully absorbed in another world together. Eddie puts his plate down on the coffee table and Steve copies him, opening his arms and letting Eddie in for a quick hug, “you can always talk to me.” 

Eddie pulls back a bit too quickly, looking over to Roxy again who didn’t see anything. She was already asking about Steve earlier, she already knew Steve was important to Eddie just by the tone of his voice… Steve’s so, so important to him. He just stares at Steve and it all comes tumbling out, “she lives in the apartments I grew up in… she’s living where my mom died, Steve.” 

“Oh,” Steve knows the stories. All of them. They’ve spent many a night awake in Eddie’s trailer, staring up at the ceiling with their shoulders pressed together… sharing a blanket and holding hands while they shared every secret they had. Well, all but one. 

“Do you want me to drive her home for you? I can tell her to only call me for rides and shit, you don’t need to go through that—” 

“You don’t have to,” Eddie panics more thinking about Roxy and Steve spending a bunch of alone time together too. “Really, don’t. I can do it.” 

“But if it's going to bring back your memories then you don’t have to, I’m okay bringing her home, Robin won’t mind… clearly,” he references over to them. “I haven’t seen her flirt like that before?” 

“She took a page from your book,” Eddie teases, bumping Steve’s shoulder with his own. 

“Yeah, and she knew I wanted to ask her out too…” 

“What?” Eddie’s heart breaks right then and there. 

“If it’s okay? I just… I thought maybe it would be nice cause she’s new and she doesn’t know me and—

“She has no preconceived notions about you,” Eddie finishes his sentence. “No, I get it. It’s fine.” 

It’s not. It’s really fucking not. Because here Eddie was loving every single part of Steve, every story and mistake, every fear and dream and freckle and hair on his stupid fucking head. But, of course, Steve wants something different. He wants to butter her up and embellish the truth about himself and go back to being King Steve… The lover boy of the land, he could have his pick but he still wants something shiny and new and he definitely doesn’t want Eddie back. 

He stands up then, “I uh, I forgot some napkins, I’ll be back.” 

“Okay…” 

Steve watches him leave, taking the steps 2 at a time until he’s back upstairs. He turns down the hallway and heads towards the bedrooms and the bathrooms where he bumps right into Will. He’s already crying, his face is red from trying to hold it in until he gets to the bathroom but he can't. He chokes on a sob as he pushes past Will and into the bathroom.

“Hey, hey, Eddie, what’s wrong?” Will follows him right into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. “What’s wrong? Is it a memory? A flashback? What is it?” 

Eddie just wraps him up in a hug and cries, “it’s Steve…” 

“Oh,” Will settles and holds him gently, running his hand over eddies back. “I know…” 

Will knows better than anyone in the house, hell better than anyone in the whole town, what it’s like to be in love with your sisters boyfriend. Its the exact reason why Eddie let Will follow him and why he’s able to tell him the truth. “He wants to ask out Roxy.”

“Who?” Will asks, not caught up on everything cause he’s been in his room all day. 

Eddie sighs and pulls back, wiping the tears off his cheeks and taking another deep breath. He leans against the sink, “my uncle has a daughter and she showed up today. Her name is Roxy and she’s pretty and a girl and of course Steve wants to date her.” 

“Boys are so stupid,” Will just shakes his head. “I was rooting for Steve, too… I thought he’d figure out that he’s in love with you but he’s still being so stupid about it.” 

“He’s worse than Mike,” Eddie manages to tease him, bringing a smile back to his own face. 

Will just nods along, “I literally confessed all my feelings to him… well, I was pretending that it was what El thought about him and the idiot didn’t see through me at all. He just nodded along and was like ‘oh yeah? Huh, I guess she does always need me’ like no idiot! I do!”

“I ran through a swarm of killer bats for him… I would’ve died so he could make it back to Dustin and he still wants my cousin more than me,” Eddie shares. “I thought we were building something here, I thought he was going to figure it out that what we have is more than just friends… friends don’t sleep in the same bed and share hugs and I know for a fact he kissed my shoulder one night. I didn’t dream that. So why the fuck is he going after my cousin?” 

“Does she look like you?” 

Eddie nods, “like exactly the same just with tits.” 

Will looks at him with a tilt of his head, “oh, Steve’s so dumb… he’s definitely in love with you and thinking this is his chance to be normal if he can just date the girl version of you.”

“You think?” 

Will nods, “absolutely… I remember when Steve was dating Nancy she looked so much like Tommy H. they had the same curly hair and freckles but Nancy is a girl, she’s the safe option and then he fell in love with her.” 

“How do you know that?” Eddie’s shocked, for a kid 4 years younger than Harrington, he sure knew the drama. 

“Jonathan had no friends before Nancy and Argyle so he would tell me everything and we gossiped a lot… he would hear crazy shit while smoking the weed you sold him under the bleachers and then he’d come home and tell me. Like, this one time, Carole was saying that Tommy wanted a threesome with Billy, but before he wanted one with Steve but Steve was never interested and it always made Tommy really angry and then a few weeks later they broke up and she said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he asks Wheeler and the perv for a threesome next.’ So…” 

“Holy shit,” Eddie’s jaw drops and he chuckles slightly, “they weren’t kidding when they called you Will the Wise.” 

He shakes his head with a smile, “they weren’t… I get it from my mom.” 

“That you do,” Eddie smiles, knowing from Steve that Joyce and Nancy’s knowledge, in the beginning, is the reason they won in the end. “It’s just hard waiting for him to get his head out of his ass… even the thing with your brother was so homosexually charged.” 

“What happened with my brother?” 

“Did Jonathan leave out the part where he kicked the shit out of Steve so bad he had a concussion?” 

“I knew he threw a punch…” Will says, thinking back on it. He was only 13 when he went missing, of course, Jonathan held back on some stuff from that week.

“Oh, no, he kicked his ass,” Eddie smiles but feels bad about it. “Tommy painted Nancy the slut Wheeler on the theatre's matinee and they got in a verbal fight in the alleyway and Jonathan took the first swing and he finished it before the cops rolled in and took Jonathan away.” 

“Oh…” 

“It was a rough week, Steve egged him on, he deserved it,” Eddie can’t help but side with Jonathan after knowing the whole truth. Including what Steve called Will; it’s something he’s also not going to tell Will about. Everyone wanted to spare Will the hurt of knowing the names he’s been called behind his back. 

“Huh,” Will thinks about it a little harder. “Sounds like Steve uses violence to get close to men… didn’t you pin him to a wall and hold a bottle to his throat? Or did Dustin exaggerate that?” 

Eddie nods, “oh, yeah, I did that…” he presses his lips together awkwardly, it was a very intense, very hot, moment between them. He thinks about it often. 

“Maybe you need to have a fight,” Will suggests. “Not, like, physical, but get your feelings out, raise your voice, get in his face and wait for him to kiss you.” 

Eddie laughs again, “okay, alright… that’s not a bad idea?” 

“He just needs a push.” 

“What about Mike? You’re not actively trying to push him and El apart, are you?” 

He shakes his head, “no, no, I’d never do that to her. I love her, she’s my sister… I’m actually trying to get over Mike. I’ll just be single until I meet another gay person my age and then I’ll see where it goes.” 

“I know someone,” Eddie proposes. “You know him too… if you’re okay with me telling him about you, maybe he’d want to ask you out?” 

“Really?” Will lights right up. “And they’re 16?” 

“He’s 17…” Eddie says, not wanting to give away that it’s Gareth. He hasn’t told any of the new Hellfire members, only the band knows. 

“Yeah, no, I’d love that,” Will brightens right up. “That would be great.” 

“I’ll work on that for you,” he pats Will on the shoulder, “now come on, it’s gonna be weird if they see us leaving together.” 

“Here,” Will opens the cupboard behind the sink and grabs a bandaid, “I was just showing you where these are.” 

“Smart… and thanks, sorry for breaking down on you, it’s been a weird fuckin day,” Eddie sighs and heads for the door. “I never normally cry.”  

“No problem, it’s our secret,” Will really doesn’t mind, he follows Eddie out into the hall and then back into the kitchen unseen. 

Eddie pats his shoulder one more time before slipping past him and heading back downstairs to his dinner. His spot beside Steve is still empty, the kids are meeting Roxy and asking her all about how she found Eddie and Wayne after so many years. 

“Well, his name being in the news for murder was a big help… I always knew my dad’s name but I had no idea how to track down all the Wayne Munsons who went to some random festival in the mid-60s,” Roxy shares. “But Wayne told me it wasn’t Eddie at all, it was actually the lab here in town and a bunch of kids died? What the heck happened?” 

They all look at each other and shrug, playing it off that they had no idea. Dustin says they have no clue what the details are, “we’re just glad he got off the hook 'cause we would’ve been charged with harbouring a wanted criminal if not…” 

“And what a great job you did at that,” Eddie teases. “At least in jail I’d get clean clothes and 3 meals a day…” 

“We can find something to send you to jail if thats where you want to be,” Steve teases him, reaching out for his hand to tug him back down to the sofa. “Your pizza is getting cold…”  

“You wanna warm it up for me, hot stuff?” Eddie whispers, getting in his space and making Steve blush. 

He pushes Eddie back, “shut up.” 

“Make me…” 

Steve picks up Eddie’s slice of pizza and brings it to his mouth, all but shoving the slice in there, forcing him to take a bite. “there.” 

Eddie takes a big bite and Steve pulls the rest of the slice away, putting it back on the plate. Eddie watches him intently, he’s so madly in love it makes his stomach turn and flutter up to his throat. He was to look away or he’ll choke on the bite, he places his hand on his chest after, it took a lot to do that without coughing to death in front of him, and Steve noticed too. 

He placed his hand on Eddie’s back and patted him a few times like a newborn baby, “you good?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he waves it off, slightly embarrassed. 

Steve keeps his hand on Eddie’s back and gently runs his hand up toward his shoulder, he gives him a good squeeze and pulls him into a side hug. Eddie tilts his head toward him and Steve does the same, the bump noggins and smile before turning back to everyone else. 

—

The kids usually sleep over in Will’s basement after their pizza parties, sometimes Eddie brings Max home but tonight she’s staying with El. Robin and Roxy are having a blast talking to each other and now Steve has slid into the spot beside her on the couch with his arm around the back of the couch, basically around her. 

“I’m going to head out,” Eddie announces, pointing towards the door. “Rox did you want to drive home with Steve? He goes past your apartment anyway.” 

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Steve throws in for good measure, “it would be nice to talk to you, I haven’t been able to get a word in edge wise with Robin here.” 

“I would love that,” Roxy gives Steve a smile. “Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow though? Wayne invited me for dinner cause he has the night off.” 

“Right,” Eddie clearly had no idea. Steve could see it in his face. “Have a good night… see you guys.” 

Everyone cheers goodbye and he gets a few waves before he heads towards the stairs and starts his journey home. Alone. For the first Friday night in a long time.

“I think I’m going to go with him,” Robin announces, “it was lovely to meet you but I don’t want him to leave without me…”

“Oh, okay, bye Robin!” Roxy waves her off and then it’s just her and Steve and a bunch of children. “I guess we shouldn’t stay too much longer, that would be weird…” 

“We can go whenever you like?” Steve leaves it completely up to her. 

“Let’s go,” she stands up and reaches out a hand to help him to his feet as well. 

Steve takes it with a smile, she was just as chivalrous as Eddie… he says goodbye to the kids, Dustin pats his shoulder during their goodbye hug and whispers in his ear, “good luck, she’s cool.” 

“Thanks,” he mumbles back, “call me tomorrow if you need a ride home.” 

“Will do,” Dustin says, giving Steve and Roxy a smile and a wave. “Drive safe.” 

“it was so nice to meet you guys,” Roxy says one last time, “thank you for letting me come.” 

“Anytime,” a few of the boys say. “Come back next week,” Dustin adds. 

Lucas agrees too, “Yeah, and Max said she loved having another girl at the party now. She wanted me to say bye if she wasn’t down here when you leave, so, Bye from Max…” 

“Tell her in the morning I loved meeting her too,” Roxy gives them all a smile and one last wave, “see ya!” 

They wave her off and she follows Steve up the stairs, they put their shoes back on by the door and Steve hands her the leather jacket on the hook, expecting it to be hers. “Thanks,” she smiles. “Am I that obvious?” 

“You’re just a lot like Eddie,” he admits. 

“Which is crazy, honestly, no one at my high school was like me and now I come here and we’re like twins?” She says with a laugh, feeling a bit too loud as she looks over into the living room where Joyce and Hop are cuddling on the couch. “Oh, sorry… thank you for having me tonight, you guys have a lovely family.” 

“Oh, anytime sweetheart,” Joyce gives her a sweet smile. 

“You be careful on the road,” Hopper points to Steve, “the news is saying there’s a fog rolling in tonight so no dilly-dallying.” 

“Sure thing, dad,” Steve rolls his eyes as he opens the front door. “See you later.” 

“Bye guys,” Joyce calls back to them as they leave. 

Steve leads her outside towards his car and unlocks her passenger door, opening it for her. “Why thank you, kind sir,” she pats Steve on the shoulder and then gets into the seat. Steve closes the door behind her and rushes over to the driver's side.

“So, Eddie said you’re in the apartments above the shops?” Steve double-checks as he starts the engine. 

She nods, “yeah, it’s not much but I wanted a place close to my dad, even if he didn’t want me I still wanted to live here and get to know him.” 

“Wayne would never not want you,” Steve assures, “believe me, from what I know about Eddie’s childhood, Wayne is meant to be a dad and take care of people, he loves everyone in Eddie’s life just as much, too.” 

She smiles, “yeah, he talked very highly of Eddie… I’m still waiting for him to warm up to me.” 

“He’s kinda stuck in the mindset that the love people give him is conditional, he’s afraid Wayne will leave him for you,” Steve spills the beans. “Don’t tell him I told you, but, just keep in mind that Wayne has been his whole world for the last like 9 years of his life and he’s been through so much this year that he needs that one aspect of his life to stay the same… he can’t lose Wayne.” 

“I don’t plan on taking him,” she reiterates. “I really don’t, I just want to talk to him and celebrate a birthday with him and give him a fathers day present and hear that he’s proud of me… I want to feel like I’m part of a family that loves me for me.” 

“I get that,” Steve really gets it, actually. He lets everything go quiet while he backs out of the Byers driveway and heads towards downtown. “I uh… I’ve always known both my parents but I didn’t feel like I had a family before when it was just me and them.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and my grandparents but… they don’t get me,” she has to explain for good measure. “They weren’t abusive or anything it just wasn’t fun being there for the last 18 years.” 

“Well, you’re here now and there’s lots of love in our little friend group to go around, so,” Steve gives her a smile. “Speaking of… if you ever wanted to hang out just like, me and you, without the rest of them, that would be nice… don’t you think?” 

“Yeah,” she lights right up too. “I’m having dinner with Wayne tomorrow but I’m free the next night?” 

“Sounds good,” Steve can’t stop the smile on his face. “I uh, I work till 5 but I can get you at 6?” 

“That works for me,” she smiles right back. “You’ll have to pick the spot, I don’t know what’s around here.” 

“There isn’t much, but Benny’s diner reopened last month so if you like diner food…” 

“I have been dying for a good old diner burger,” she assures him. “This’ll be fun, I’ve never had good friends like this.” 

“It’s life-changing, believe me.” 

—

“and then he asked to ask her out?!” Eddie freaks out more towards the end of his story, parked in front of Robin's house while she listens to his ramble. 

Robin just sighs and leans back against the seat. “I never told you he was smart.” 

“This is killing me, Rob,” he turns to her with tears in his eyes. “She gets to call Wayne her dad, she gets to date Steve, everyone loved her as soon as she walked into the room… it took me years to get this and she got it all in 10 fucking seconds?” 

“I don’t know how to comfort you,” Robin admits. “On one hand I know this is just your anxiety about things changing again but on the other hand… I like her so I’m part of the problem.” 

“I don’t want people to not like her,” Eddie says with a sigh, he rubs his face quickly and groans from deep inside himself. “I’m overreacting, I know that, but it hurts. It physically fucking hurts that I have to share her with MY people. Wayne and Steve are my people.” 

“Okay, watch yourself,” she gets jealous then. “But Steve does love you, I know that, but he loves me too and he loves Dustin and he loves Max and Lucas and Erika… I’m not sure how he is with Mike honestly, it’s a toss-up, but he loves everyone. He has the room to love people. He’s been waiting to love people like this his whole life.” 

“I know…” 

“Do you?” Robin questions, staring him down. “Steve loves you so much he let me and Nancy kill vecna alone so he could stay with you two. And thank fucking god he did because I wouldn’t be able to deal with him if he lost you that day, you were being an idiot thinking you could take on those bats alone.” 

“He stayed for Dustin…?” 

Robin shakes her head, “No. He knows that Dustin knows how to follow orders and make it out fine. He stayed for you.”

A tear tumbles down his cheek and he’s quick to wipe it away with the back of his hand. “I just wanted to win.” 

“And we did,” robin reaches out and takes his hand in hers. “We won, Vecna died, the gates are closed and Hop came back to clear your good name. That’s the biggest win we could’ve ever expected…” 

“Is it really a win if it brought her here?” Eddie asks, feeling a bit terrible for how much he regrets opening the door for her. 

Robin nods, a smirk growing on her face, “what if she’s more like you than you thought?” 

“Hm?” His brows go up. “No way…” 

“You’re gay, Wayne has that thing with Mr. Clarke that no one wants to talk about… but I see it. I know there’s something fruity going on there, she’s gotta be like us,” Robin rants. 

“What thing with Mr. Clarke?” 

“Has Steve not told you?” Robin gawks, jaw dropped, “no… really?” 

“Clearly, I have no idea what you’re talking about?” 

“Mr. Clarke comes in and gets a movie every Saturday morning and Wayne drops the same VHS tape off Sunday before he goes to work… he brings it right to the desk too like I didn’t check it out to Scott the day before?” She explains. “Like, really…? it’s so clear they’re having dates on Wayne’s only day off.” 

“I’m learning way too much today,” Eddie rubs his eyes, shaking his head. “Holy fuck? Why didn’t he tell me?” 

“Dustin said their cots were side by side in the gym after the earthquake, he found them talking when you got arrested,” Robin keeps explaining, hoping she’s making it somewhat better the more he knows. “I think it’s either a trauma bond friendship or they’re dating. It’s been 3 months.” 

“I’m normally with Steve on Saturdays,” he whispers, realizing why he hasn’t noticed this… it’s cause he’s not home as often as he used to be. “Oh my god, I’m such an ass… here I am scared that I’m going to lose him when I’ve barely talked to him in the last 3 months?” 

“So maybe Roxy showing up is a good thing, maybe she’s meant to bring everyone together?” She suggests, eyes full of hope. And maybe she’s right… Robin typically is. 

“Okay,” he gives in. “I’ll give her a chance.”

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

tw: suggestive, illegal businesses, gang!AU, rich kid!Chan, smoking, mentions of weapons and shady deals, cursing, slight manhandling, Wonwoo is mean as fuck (and a tad bit violent), Chan is kinda.....fruity, inspired by this tweet

"He's such a fucking brat, I swear to God."

"I am not going to deal with his attitude anymore, I need to protect whatever sanity I have left!"

Seungcheol rubs his temples in annoyance as he listens to the complaints of his subordinates, anger bubbling dangerously in his chest.

"Do any of you realize that this is the goddamn son of the corporate head of Lee enterprises?" The leader grits his teeth, "If we get him to speak, it's game over for these fuckers."

"Boss, he's insufferable!" Mingyu protests, "There's no fucking way he'll speak!"

"I second that." Vernon supports the previous statement.

"Let me try, then."

The three men turn their attention to the only person who remained silent this whole time - Wonwoo.

"What makes you think you can get him to talk?" Mingyu raises a questioning eyebrow.

"I have my ways," Wonwoo puffs out a cloud of smoke, tapping the cigarette with his pointer finger.

"Go ahead then," Seungcheol speaks and Wonwoo walks towards the other room.

"Jeon."

"What now?"

"The gun. Leave it here."

"....Fine." Wonwoo sighs and takes out his weapon from behind his back, putting it on the small table.

"You better not get too rough with him, bro." Vernon warns.

"No promises."

"Oh my God, y'all are so fucking funny!" Chan wheezes from his chair, his pearly whites flashing under the dingy lamp.

Wonwoo takes a drag from his cigarette, silently watching the young man laughing his heart out and making fun of his fellow gangsters.

"Like, the other two were so quick to run with their tails between their legs, soooo easy to annoy them!"

Wonwoo takes another drag from the cigarette.

"You're way too silent though, sitting there all cool and scary looking with your cig," the younger man cranes his neck, hands fiddling with the ties around his wrists.

Wonwoo throws his cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out under his boot and he gets up from the chair, walking towards the captive.

"Oh so you actually can react- Whoa!" Chan yells when Wonwoo flattens the sole of his boot on his chest, kicking him down on the ground with a loud thud.

"What the fu-"

"You had your fun, pretty boy," Wonwoo licks his bottom lip, "Now you better start talking about your daddy's dirty dealings - before you get into more trouble."

"Ooh, so tough and scary," Chan chuckles, but it's short-lived, as he feels a sharp sting on the back of his head.

"You don't want to mess with my temper, kid." Wonwoo glares at the rich kid, one hand deeply rooted into his blue hair, the other fisting his silk necktie.

"That just makes me wanna mess around with you, big guy."

The older man pulls the tie harder than before and slots his thigh between Chan's legs, completely overpowering him.

"Oh, you're really tough and scary!"

"You're so fucking lucky I didn't bring my gun with me, boy." Wonwoo growls, voice dropping several octaves, "Otherwise things would have gotten really tough and scary."

The last sentence sends a chill down Chan's spine and straight between his legs. No one has ever treated him so...lowly.

And it turns him on beyond comprehension.

"That...was so fucking hot," Chan admits with a loud exhale, feeling his dress pants tighten around his crotch, "What's your name, hot guy?"

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me!"

"Wonwoo."

"H-Huh?"

"My fucking name, you idiot," Wonwoo clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"Mmm, hot name for a hot guy like you." Chan flashes a sultry grin.

"Stop fucking around, kid." The gangster grips the collar of the boy's shirt, accidentally ripping the top two buttons open.

"Take it easy now, will ya?"

"I'm not your fucking daddy, you rich little bitchboy," Wonwoo grips Chan's jaw, "So start talking before I bruise up your pretty face."

"No need for that, Wonwoo."

"Oh?"

"I'll just spit up everything I know!"

"What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"Just hoping to strike a good deal with you."

"Do you really think you're in a place to strike deals?"

"For the info I can provide? Definitely."

Wonwoo stops for a few seconds and he pulls Chan back up, the chair he's tied to back in its previous stance.

"Start speaking up."

"I didn't even say my terms!"

"Have you even thought of any?"

"Well...." Chan licks his lips seductively.

"I can definitely think of a few things."

[jmeldog]

Oh wow is that so, thanks so much for the clarification! I’m surprised though because I’ve seen a Japanese fanartist draw art monthly based on what they said was the latest chapter so I’m confused now about what they were referring to then. It’s definitely about Win though, like apparently the May issue has him poisoned, they take his shirt off to heal him and he seems to have a nightmare, does this ring any bells by chance?

So sorry for the trouble.

Ohhhh okay I think I get what’s confusing, lol. Long story short:

Duel Masters Lost is a spinoff web manga featuring Win in high school.

Weekly online releases.

It’s written by Shigenobu Matsumoto with art by Yoh Kanebayashi.

It's on hiatus.

It’s easy to legally read online + has an English fan translation going.

Duel Masters Win is the mainline and gets physical releases in Corocoro magazines featuring Win in middle school.

Monthly physical releases.

It's written and drawn by Shigenobu Matsumoto.

It’s still going.

There’s some places you can hunt for it online ;P. The manga is untranslated, but 5 eps of the anime are.

Now the very longer explanation, if you want, just to clear up some of the stuff you might’ve seen. I assume you haven’t read any of the mainline, and I’m very happy to infodump ✨

So you’ve read Lost, yeah? Well this is the life that Win lost*.

* (presumably—assuming it’s the same universe. We don’t know 100% yet)

The gist of the mainline is that Win’s a “it’s always good to look on the bright side of things and be happy with what you have” kinda kid, yeah? Well Jashin has rolled up to try and make him the king of darkness.

This is how they meet! Yaaaaaaay 🎉

One day Jashin manifests in his deck like “I am the wicked god who appears every thousands years and you just summoned me, so let’s destroy the world, kill all humans, I want blood, I want flesh, etc etc.” and Win’s like “🫤….Anyway this is a cool card.” because he’s happy with his life with his dad and friends and isn’t interested in power.

So things happen and such, but it’s a pretty reoccurring point that Jashin keeps trying to goad Win into being fucked up and evil, taking revenge on those who wrong him, and becoming the king of darkness. And Win consistently rejects that, even though he does show signs of slowly degrading as the world keeps trying him. He accidentally almost kills a guy like once. And later gets into a fistfight with said guy. But they make up eventually lmao👍

But later—more relevant to what you saw—a woman called Nonno shows up and messes with Win’s friends, and this actually really gets to him. Win gets so pissed at her he starts overflowing with dark power. Jashin is very happy about this, of course.

But just as Win snaps and Jashin goes to kill her, the rest of the members of Nonno’s group show up. The leader easily defeats and dismembers Jashin and takes him away, causing all of Win’s dark energy to dissipate and him to pass out. (Rip bozo)

He then got taken to the hospital, prolly what you’ve seen. Nothing’s necessarily wrong with him, but the dark power’s being all haywire. Basically when he wakes up he can’t control the power, and starts accidentally disintegrating living things.

He’s gotten the power of the king of darkness. Y’know, the powers to destroy the world 👍

Now that’s, yannow, bad, and he’s a threat to his friends if he outbursts, so the headmaster locked him away in a cube at the bottom of the ocean I guess to test how strong his heart is and 😭 he’s just gonna suffocate if he doesn’t get out. We didn’t see him this month’s chapter at all cuz he’s just been stuck in that fucking cube offscreen 😭😭😭

And that’s all caught up.

I left out and generalized a LOT—but that’s the gist.

The anime covers basically all the events leading up to Nonno and stuff, but there’s some changes and it’s a lot slower paced with a bit of a different tone and more random YouTuber collabs lmao. Like it shows Win’s friend getting messed with, but it doesn’t set him off the same way and they somehow wrote Nonna out of it. Also there’s no fistfight 😔

Some of the source materials are easier to find than others, like season 1 of the anime’s pretty easy.

Thanks for reading. I can’t proof this all so um let’s hope it’s mostly grammatically and logically okay.

[nerdyenby]

Purple time :D I’m watching Jimmy

Pre-game

Purples Posies 😭

Jimmy, horrified: “Are you demanding money?” Martyn, without hesitation: “Yes” Jimmy: “Same”

This team is gonna be peak chaos in so down

Also coincidentally the only team I saw do a 4/4 practice session

Scott flirting with Shane and then calling Jimmy and Martyn his husbands, more like purple polycule, am I right???

I didn’t even bat an eye but Scott being awed that MCC is something someone would use Make-a-Wish for is so <333

I am living for this chaos

Martyn: *talking about his wedding* Jimmy: “awww” Martyn: “What are you ‘awww’-ing for, you were there” Scott: “I wasn’t there, I wasn’t Martyn’s bestie at that point” Shane: “I wasn’t born yet” 😂

INSTANT disconnect lmao

Grid Runners

The way Jimmy was running around clueless during the first room and they still finished it first

They popped off, that’s simply all there is to say

“Four bros chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart because… one of them’s gay” “You changed that” thanks for noticing Jimmy 😂

Parkour Warrior

It’s fun how close Jimmy, Martyn, and Scott are staying to each other

Jimmy’s doing so well!!

Yeah the snake is so counterintuitive this time, kinda love it tho

Me, who has never played minecraft on pc, backseat gaming like a madman: “just flick the mouse, Jimmy”

It would actually be so cool to see a late pkw, it would suck but it’d be interesting

Shane talking about funky symptoms he got while exercising the other day and it being the exact same stuff I just got a diagnosis for ✌️(I doubt Shane has what I do, I get that literally every time I stand up lmao)

Sands of Time

Jimmy’s so excited to be Sam’s daddy 😭

The synchronized “Hi HBomb” :))

I love Jimmy but it bothers me to no end that he doesn’t fill the timer all the way, I can respect keeping one sand just in case but there’s no reason to not fill all the way when you have nine in hand

Solid performance all around, they had good comms and plenty of time

Ace Race

The way the just started talk-singing Hall of Fame 😂

The Kermit impression is solid

I feel like I haven’t watched a team where no one mutes in a while

Shane and Martyn 9th and 10th!!!

Jimmy 15th overall!! Stop putting yourself down, that’s great!!

Meltdown

Martyn is MIA and Shane is just singing Taylor Swift’s Blank Space as Kermit 😭

Rip, definitely not the worst I’ve seen though

Why are they all doing Mumbo impressions???

Battle Box

I think this team will do well and I’m very excited to see people pop off because the only pov I’ve watched so far is cyan and their bb was… rough…

This team either destroys or gets destroyed, there is no in between

Something about the WWWLLLWWW is unreasonably satisfying to me

Dang it, now I wanna look into what games have the highest coin differentials, obviously pvp games are at top but I’m wondering what’s at the bottom

ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT!! (Fun fact: I only know that song because we played it during football games in my high school marching band)

They’re so chaotic I love them

Sky Battle

“So… where do we wanna go?” “Home… home please” so true Martyn

Fighting lime while in the bubblevator is the most disorienting fight I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something

They’re doing a really good job dividing and conquering and allocating resources

Comms got clogged but they held together, apd went hard tho and I could not for the life of me understand what Scott was trying to say lol

Shane’s keyboard 😭

That ending was so chaotic oh my goodness

Everyone being self-deprecating and Shane just saying “You guys- you guys were there” 😂

Hole in the Wall

I have no idea what all they’re singing but they sound good

This team has such good comms :)

Them all hyping up Shane :)))

Dodgebolt

No 👏 funneling 👏 /pos

Grian’s message :((

“No, not that one, the football one” “I don’t- I’m gay” Scott sounded so confused 😭

Gosh, I love Shane, I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone be so excited for a teammate hitting a shot in a 4v4

Martyn joking that he doesn’t know how to run and Jimmy absolutely floundering “Move your legs and move- move your body in… in order to each other” 😂

Gumi’s dodging is wild

SHES POPPING OFF

Shane hyping up his teammates is everything

JIMMY WINNING SHOT!!!! THATS MY GUY!!!

SCOTT 5 WINS!!! AS HE SHOULD!!!!

My little cringefail loser winning the most statistically competitive mcc in history is so him

Callum’s manifesting worked :)

Jimmy prophet arc real

AIMSEY!!!! I wasn’t expecting him to show up but she has teamed with Jimmy and Shane in the last two mccs :D I love xem so much <333

“‘Martyn, we’re you sick this time?’ Yeah, sick of my teammates” I freaking love this team, their banter is everything

I know too much about mcc these days, Scott can say the last time he teamed with Martyn was when he blew him up with the tnt and I instantly knew they were talking about MCC7 lmao

[thegeminisage]

plan of sitting atop zelda to farm her for parts ruined by 1. i have adhd and to get all my parts would be up to 90 minutes of doing absolutely nothing 2. star fell, had to get it

got lucky! she was really close to the great sky islands so i've gotten back to her by flinging myself off those

oh boy she's taking us through this storm lol

just doing this for an hour seems excruciating. she's been doing it for 10,000 YEARS. i'm gonna kermit

AAAAAUGH another fallen star................this is HORRIBLE i already gave up a naydra opportunity to sit up here! if i go get this one i definitely won't get lucky enough to get back on her back, she's head towards the sparse and UNEXPLORED skies over the gerudo desert so i'd have no way to fast travel back to her...i wish i could leave a medallion on her head

i got another spike so it'll be at least another 10m anyway...might as well go

goodbye babygirl 😢

i got it! AND without the bike lol

i've left epona out forever but right near a stable. felt bad so i let her run on the road to a different stable where i finally boarded her, except first she disappeared for a second?? which was a terrifying little glitch lol

forced my bike into this big cave with me which was good because i got to skip what would have been a very difficult climb in cave-rain

unfortunately even though i was a cheapskate about it i can't get it out of here :( rip. i hate having to spend fans...

a chest ALSO vanished on me :/ weird 1.0 glitches........

i only have one korok seed left in this little area but its next to a lynel :///

might as well try to fight it while i'm here i suppose.........

i actually got him?! man NICE......

even tho lurelin was my fav place from botw (and totk, bc i simply Love The Beach) i feel kinda bad coming here now like let me PAY you for stuff!!! i have moneyyy

but those koroks arent gonna fly themselves.........

awww the skyview tower rito is here. now that i've got them all he gets to get a wife and settle down here lol

ah! the proper heart shaped lake had SO many fairies but i dropped my bike before they loaded and then they loaded as it dropped which ofc scared all of them away :(

ugh my bike despawned AGAIN...............life is so hard all the time

ugh!!!!!!! i thought about going to get that shrine in eventide i missed since i'm sort of in the area but like. i'd have to kill ALL those pirate monsters again. this is why i turn shrines on sometimes. i want them to be a surprise but also missing one like that fucking SUCKS

naydra sighted again, but i feel like i see her a lot around here so i'm passing her up for now. i got shit to do which requires my bike. also the little list i used to know how much stuff i need was on r*ddit and it's shut down now lol so like

ok nvm i got my last seed on this route and she's literally right above me. i'd have to ditch the bike anyways

god i love riding dragons. can't wait until i can do this with farosh

i think she's about to go into the depths...maybe i'll see if i can stay on and go with her lol

oh maybe not...she's going sharply upward suddenly

girl where are we GOING???

oh no i think this may be it, she's descending again and there's a chasm ahead...

OHHH there's zelda in the distance :( i can't go to her now!!! i might literally not be able to lol, she's not near anything. but i really wanna see if naydra will go into a chasm while i'm on her back...

i climbed a spike to be sure i wouldn't fall off lol

OHHH THIS IS LITERALLY IT SHES GOING DOWN

and the kakariko chasm too! i haven't dove in here yet...

just realized she's going to be an eternity getting to the bottom. it takes ME forever falling at maximum velocity

still cool af tho

oh, i haven't been down this chasm but i have explored and lit up the world beneath it lol. let's see which direction she goes ig

I SEE A LIGHTROOT FROM HERE........i'm not ready to leave her yet tho. if i'm really lucky she'll take me right to it

there's an area, which tbh i'm just as happy to pass over for now...and a yiga hideout!! and we are literally going in the right direction. so cool.

ok bestie this is my stop! ugh i just realized i took video in the chasm but now when we went through it...whatever

i'm glad zelda doesn't come down here. poor girl.

i used the springs here and there were so many i sprung myself up to the ceiling lol

i see a flux construct and a lightroot. i could go down and fight it but that would make getting the lightroot much harder unless i spent fans on a bike.......

fuck it ig

easy peasy! i havent fought one of these guys in awhile and i'm pleased to see how much easier it's become

oh duh. i can just fast travel back to the lightroot i just got. i don't have to climb lol

oh COOL i'm just in time to see naydra exit the chasm!

this is such a fun little lightroot trail. every time i get to one another pops up. i actually see TWO from here. they're so addictive...

omg you can fuse stuff to the master sword 😭 i was out of weapons to fuse this flux heart thingy to and i tried and it worked but it is SO UGLY :( im so sorry fi

i am near the spring of wisdom i think!! im gonna ignore this lightroot (HARD.......) and see if there's a poe statue guy there

...i think i flew right into it. i cheated by checking my interactive map lol

oh no just kidding i was climbing to the ceiling! i flew OVER it. anyway i got there

DARK!!!

HOOD!!!

GIRL YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM DARK LINK AT LAST

dark link my beloved.......................................

onto this last lightroot and then i'm outta here. too bad i didn't collect any zonaite...

oh good god. im on top of a mountain which means valley down here. UGH i have to climb

no way. bike time. this is what it's for.

lol and meanwhile i pass a monster camp with zonaite and can't be assed to get off the bike. and i've just seen ANOTHER lightroot. we are in hell

ok yeah i've had enough. i don't see anymore lightroots, i'm getting out of here. even though i REALLY need zonaite.

GOD i love dark link armor...night speed UP babey. i only wish u could upgrade it (monkeys paw activates and i have to fight hands to do so)

i basically only have 3 areas left on the right side of the map - lanayru which i do not wanna do bc i hate the snowy mountain and the waterway makes me nervous, and the zora area, and death mountain. and i guess the tingle islands so that's technically 4

gonna start w the zora area tomorrow unless a different mood strikes me - there's a shit ton of caves and seeds i missed all clustered together that will be easy to knock out

for now tho bed. sorry for anyone scrolling past this i did the whole day in one post lol

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

La juive (Geneva, 2022): Reactions, Part I

ENFIN!!!!!!!!!!

MARC MINKOWSKI MY BELOVED

okay this looks so cool

omg no don’t attack them

(update: surprisingly and thankfully, they did not)

hey you’re supposed to be in church right now so maybe be in there and mind your own fucking business

“the power of christ compels you! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!”

“…i’m jewish, not a vampire”

JOHN OSBORN MY BELOVED

léopold you shady little motherfucker

“the hussites have been defeated—”

“EYYYYYYYYYUP THAT WAS ME BITCHES”

i love when Abstract Organs Are There

time for a Public Service Announcement TM

free alcohol: the fastest way to excite a crowd

omg no don’t attack his shop

OMG NO DON’T ATTACK MY BABY

TELL ‘EM OFF ÉLÉAZAR

hmm. interesting!

rip to his family (unless…)

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 🥺

can you be friends after such shit has passed between you??? can you even not hate each other???

when an aria turns into a gorg ensemble *chef’s kiss because halévy was a master*

they don’t know it but…

TAKE RACHEL’S NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

“oh hi orchestra thanks for helping with my seduction serenading”

spicy times

admittedly this is some very spicy music

léopold more like “i wanna get laid-o-pold”

she’s so adorable i can’t

“uh…yeah. just like you. totally jewish.”

love the church bell addition

love the look

interesting choice!

day drinking a little too hard

this is literally the SECOND time in the past THIRTY minutes you have threatened to MURDER them

and i oop

okay her voice kinda reminds me of Anna Caterina Antonacci’s 😍

halévy went OFF with this absolute banger

EXCELLENT use of film

yeah léopold you have a WIFE and KIDS what is WRONG with you

them against the world 💔

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE LMAOOOOOOOOO

(also: bling)

and the party and the antisemitism go on!

sometimes just EXISTING is an act of indescribable bravery

actual picture of me trying to not burn myself with matches (and usually failing)

léopold: imma yeet the matzoh

rachel: dude what the fuck

GOD TIER SINGING AND ACTING FROM JOHN OSBORN

AWWWWWWWWWW (again)

uh oh…

words cannot describe how much i hate this wig

also: TIME FOR MY FAVORITE TRIO IN THIS OPERA

okay tbh the outfit kinda pops off tho

like the detailing on the bottom of the coat!!!

NOT LÉOPOLD HIDING FROM EUDOXIE IN PLAIN SIGHT PLEAAAAAAASE

you done fucked up boy

the assignment was apparently to do stereotypical diva poses and by GOLLY she understood the assignment

a) the dress pops off

b) WHAT IS THE DANCE THE LADIES ARE DOING IN THE BACKGROUND LMAOOOOOOOOO

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW (again, yes. they are just SO PRECIOUS pls let them be happy)

this is EXQUISITE

still like the Konwitschny staging of this trio better because a) no weird cuts and b) ALL the chaotic energy but this, like the rest of the show so far, is very good!

to be continued later :)

[callmeblake]

Part 4 from a leathermouth interview on Jerseybeat.com february 11th 2009

link

part 1

part 2

part 3

F: At any point, you can go on the internet and search the person’s name or whatever and witness the most trying moment in that person’s life, you know, when they’re most at odds. You can see all these things on the internet – where people are just ripped apart, but no one actually knows anybody.

Q: Yeah, you’re like too intimate with people you shouldn’t know anything about.

F: Yeah, and it’s killed all the mystery to it, and I think that sucks.

Q: I know, I agree with you, like the bands in the 80’s, you didn’t know them, they didn’t want to know you – I don’t know that we should go back to that, but…

F: Yeah, but that’s not what it was about – you had the connection through their art, but as far as knowing them on a personal level, you didn’t, and I don’t think you need to.

Q: Yeah, you definitely don’t need to know like, where the dude went shopping today; that’s ridiculous.

F: (laughing) Exactly!

Q: There’s too much stalkerism; everybody’s just too addicted to reality tv, that’s just the bottom line.

F: Yes, however, I am addicted to this “Rock of Love Bus.”

Q: (giggling) Dude, that is the greatest show on television, I’m sorry!

F: I mean it’s really just like watching a train wreck; I’ve never seen…it’s just…anyway, I don’t want to get into that, I could talk for hours about it.

Q: No, we won’t discuss that, but that is a good show, I can’t lie, it is.

F: I know, but like if you think about it, that whole channel is surviving off of…okay you take someone who’s not a celebrity, and you put them on a show. They make a fucking disgusting and complete fool out of themselves…

Q: And they become a celebrity…

F: Yeah, and then they’re a celebrity and then, alright you know, then when they get totally fucked up and are on drugs, they go on Sober House and it’s this continuous vicious circle! You know, these people who aren’t celebrities, but I guess they’re just famous from tv or the internet.

Q: Yeah, that show is kinda crazy; I don’t know what the hell’s up with that – it’s like exploitation almost.

F: I know!

Q: It’s crazy shit. Well, you missed ComicCon, are you bummed?

F: I know! You know, I am bummed, because basically, all the friends that I have who were there got all my other friends from home in and I wasn’t able to share in any of the festivities; I’m really bummed out about it.

Q: It was a good ComicCon this year – lotta good shit.

F: Oh really? Man, that sucks.

Q: Yeah, you need to not be on the other side of the world when that happens.

F: I know – because I spent like months at home in Jersey, being like “I need to get out of here” because of the weather, and then when the one cool thing does happen back home, I’m here.

Q: Of course you’re not there.

F: Yeah, and it’s raining here, so…

Q: Perfect! My aunt is one of those people; she brings the rain everywhere she goes.

F: Seriously, and I hate precipitation, so I don’t know why. I think it’s just if there is a God, he’s playing fucking tricks on me.

Q: Yeah, he’s got a rain cloud over your head. F: Probably! Q: Alright, Frank, well thanks for your time, I’m gonna let you get back to recording now; you were generous with it. F: Thank you!

READ UP, LISTEN UP, CATCH A VID: http://www.LeATHERMØUTH.com/ http://www.myspace.com/LeATHERMØUTHlives http://www.youtube.com/user/SkeletonCrewRecords

[chronologicalhomestuck]

karkat pov liveblog: hivebent, part 4

karkat sees something very upsetting on his computer while on gamzee's planet. they dont have the viewports yet so this must be his sburb player. wow his hair kinda looks like anime badboy hair vents right now lmao

rip sollux :(

karkats dismay here is really sad when you get to it like this. like oh wow yeah. he tried so hard to make this work. he got so far. but sollux didnt QUITE make it. look he was SO CLOSE. he had his totem ready to make his entry item and everything!

damn thats harsh jack. cmon stop slapping him his bestie just died horribly. check out gamzee's cool rocket unicycle! looks like a wweird fishy guy is bothering both of them...i think we are skipping that from this pov tho.

very understandable reaction from karkat. that corpse looks pretty nasty! but hey at least sollux is ok.

CG: THIS IS AN EMPTY THREAT, BECAUSE IF YOU MADE A BOARD AT ANY POINT ON THE TIMELINE I WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE IT RIGHT HERE AND READ THE WHOLE THING ALREADY. CG: WAIT... CG: OH GOD, YOU ACTUALLY DID. GC: Y3SSSSS! GC: FUTUR3 T3R3Z1 1S LOOK1NG PR3TTY COOL R1GHT 4BOUT NOW >8]

i dont remember how much i should know about this right now (had i read this in the order it is written) but it is fun feeling like these characters trying to deal with this timeline shit.

CG: LOOK I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY. CG: WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT GOING AFTER THE QUEEN'S RING. GC: W3LL GC: TH3 TH1NG TH4T 1S 4LL 4BOUT 1T 1S GC: W3 H4V3 TO GO 4FT3R TH3 QU33NS R1NG GC: 1T 1S 4 N3W M1SS1ON CG: BUT WE'RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO PULL OFF REGISURP WITH JACK. CG: WHY DON'T WE TAKE IT ONE MISSION AT A TIME. GC: Y34H 4BOUT TH4T GC: TH3 WHOL3 PO1NT 1S TO D3STROY TH3 R1NG SO J4CK DO3SNT G3T 1T CG: WHY WOULD WE WANT TO DO THAT, JACK'S AN ALLY. GC: 4LSO GC: TH3 M1SS1ON SORT OF 1NVOLV3S 3X1L1NG J4CK TOO GC: >:|

regisurp is still in progress, but looks like it has been...terezisurped >:]

CG: THIS IS BULLSHIT. CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL. GC: K4RK4T, H3 1S NOT TH4T COOL! CG: YES HE IS, HE'S A TOTAL BADASS WITH A FUCK TON OF BLADES AND SHIT, AND HE'S HELPING US OUT.

we did see jack speaking to karkat as his exile a few pages ago, so we know he needs to get exiled...but karkat is not on board with this plan!

CG: THE BOTTOM LINE IS I AM NOT GOING TO EXILE JACK BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN SMELL MALICE OFF AN INTERPRETIVE DANCE. GC: K4RK4T, H3S 4 J3RK! GC: H3 H4S ST4BB3D YOU ON MOR3 TH4N ON3 OCC4S1ON! CG: SOME OF THOSE STABBINGS WERE ACCIDENTAL! GC: >8| CG: OK, WELL I KNOW FOR A FACT THE THIRD TIME WAS ACCIDENTAL.

he has been stabbed by jack several times, and on purpose at least twice. and yet he still thinks they are besties. what is wrong with him.

CG: ANYWAY YOU'VE BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF ME A FEW TIMES YOURSELF. GC: BUT 1 D1DN'T DR4W BLOOD!

getting a bit blackrom there, eh?

GC: 1 M34N 1 COULD H4V3 TO S4T1SFY MY CUR1OS1TY >:] GC: BUT 1 D1DNT 4S 4 COURT3SY TO YOU GC: S1NC3 YOU ST1LL W4NT TO K33P 1T 4 S3CR3T FROM M3 L1K3 4 P3TUL4NT L1TTL3 W1GGL3R >:P CG: HEY I PROMISED I'D TELL YOU. CG: I JUST CG: WASN'T READY OK GC: W3LL GC: 1TS OK GC: 1 KNOW WH4T COLOR YOUR BLOOD 1S 4NYW4Y >:]

as sweet as this is... very interesting, terezi...

GC: 1 F1GUR3D 1T OUT MYS3LF CG: HOW GC: 1 GOT 4 CLOS3R LOOK GC: R3M3MB3R >:] CG: NO GC: PFFF YOU 4R3 PL4Y1NG SO DUMB, YOU KNOW 3X4CTLY WH4T 1 4M T4LK1NG 4BOUT

...very interesting indeed...!

CG: I CLEANED UP MY WOUND AND CHANGED MY SHIRT BEFORE I EVEN MET YOU, I'VE BEEN EXTREMELY CAREFUL. CG: SO YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FILL ME IN. GC: 1T W4S WH3N 1 GOT CLOS3 3NOUGH GC: TO SM3LL 1T UND3R YOUR SK1N GC: PL34S3 K4RK4T, DO NOT PR3T3ND TH4T YOU FORGOT 4BOUT OUR L1TTL3 MOM3NT CG: WHOA CG: YOU MEAN CG: DURING CG: FUCK. CG: OK SHHHHHHHHHH SHH SHH SHH...

🤨🤨🤨 now what exactly do u mean by that karkat. 🤨🤨 yall make out? 🤨🤨🤨

CG: WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT IN PERSON. GC: HOW "1N P3RSON" DO YOU M34N?

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

GC: YOU H4V3 NOT 3V3N S33N SK414 Y3T CG: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP. GC: 1 DONT KNOW! GC: SOM3TH1NG D1FF3R3NT DO3S 1T FOR 3V3RYBODY CG: HOW MANY OF US ARE AWAKE NOW?

its gonna be a while before that happens, buddy. and not under great circumstances, either.

GC: HOW 4BOUT 1F GC: 1 T3LL YOU 4LL 4BOUT TH4T STUFF N3XT T1M3 W3 4R3 "1N P3RSON" >;] GC: 1N F4CT, 1 W1LL T3LL YOU WH3N YOU W4K3 UP! GC: UNT1L TH3N 1 W1LL K33P T4BS ON YOU 1N YOUR TOW3R WH1L3 YOU SL33P L1K3 4 L1TTL3 HON3Y P4J4M4'D PUP4 N3STL3D 1N H1S COCOON CG: WAIT LET ME GUESS. CG: DO I LOOK ADORABLE????????? GC: 4CTU4LLY GC: YOU LOOK K1ND OF L1K3 4 B1G P1L3 OF SM3LLY B4RF CG: WOW, WHAT THE FUCK. GC: OF COOOOUUUUURS3 YOU DO, DUMB4SS >:]

gosh, i love them. i forgot how much i love them

GC: DONT WORRY 4BOUT TH3 R1NG M1SS1ON GC: YOU C4N ST4Y BUSY W1TH R3G1SURP GC: 1 W1LL ORG4N1Z3 TH3 N3W M1SS1ON MYS3LF

and so both missions begin to be carried out simultaneously! regisurp will still be in action, while terezi plans to destroy the ring and exile jack...i suppose they dont conflict yet?

ill be back after dinner with a conclusion to hivebent >:]

[jackalopes-pen]

You were there

Summary: Kyle calls Stan back to South park to remember an old tradition. As they do, an unexpected guest shows face and changes their whole plan.

A/N: Again, I'm begging, on my knees for feedback. I need to know how to write these motherfuckers. Comment, reblog with tags, whatever just tell what I'm fucking up! I need more feedback then a like every few days.

Words: 5,372

The other ‘How do I Write Them?’

If you take Main Street for a while, then turn when you get to the construction site, go under the scaffolding and through a shipping container, you'll see it. A tin looking wall, rusted and old. Someone - no one has a fucking clue as to who - posted a paper. It read:

'Show that you raised were here! Spray on your group and leave your name to remember for all time! Underline the names that left, one way or another."

At first, it was a total joke. A graduating class came and went with no additions to the wall. Maybe they just couldn't find it. Eventually, someone posted it to a group chat. That picture then got spread eventually everyone in the highschool knew about it. Someone made a twitter account to keep updates on it. One day a duffel of spray paint appeared with a printed sticky note

'To help you out :)' Yes, it actually had a faggy smile-y face.

As spring approached, and the year above Stan and Kyle left, the twitter updated that some people actually did it. Next year it was done again suddenly it was write of passage for about 5 years until little siblings stopped spreading the word. It was probably still there to this day.

At least, Kyle hoped it was. He had invited Stan on an adventure which admittedly sounds a little cringey for someone in their late 20s to be saying. If they could find that old wall and just reminisce? That would be great, wouldn't it. he was on a corner of Main Street waiting for Stan. he looked up as the old toyota pulled into a spot by Medicinal Fried Chicken.

"Hey, dude. It's been a while huh?" Stan said, getting out of his car and locking it behind him.

"Yeah, I guess. You remember that old graffiti wall? It was around here." Kyle said, not really knowing how to segway the conversation into it.

"Oh- yeah. You, me, Kenny, and Cartman sprayed on it right? Man, we were so fucking excited."

"Yeah, well I was thinking maybe we could try and find it again? You know... for old times sake?"

"Sure, I mean.. why not?"

"Cool."

"...yeah."

Kyle gestured to follow him as the boys made their way to the construction site. It started way back and never seemed to actually get done. They followed the old directions, admittedly with more joint pain then when they were teenagers.

They came upon the old shipping container and through it they saw the duffel bag still laying beside a now eye scorching covered wall of graffiti. It had five years of graduating classes, plastered from top to bottom.

"Dude, I can't believe it's still here. Even the stupid sheets." Stan remarked.

"Yeah, crazy how some things seem to just.. stand still." Kyle stepped towards the wall, "There it is! All four of us."

"It actually is! 'Suck our Balls!' 'Eric, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny!' We were real dicks, huh?"

"It's kinda gay in hindsight."

"Not that gay, right?"

"It was very fucking gay." Kenny's voice rang through the shipping container behind them. Kyle and Stan both stood up, surprised at his sudden appearance. "To be fair, we did all smoke a shit ton before so, it's not like it was gonna be great."

"Kenny? Holy shit, I thought you died or something." Stan stood back, almost seemingly like he wasn't fully sure if Kenny was a ghost.

"Yeah..." Kenny shuffled slightly at the comment. He moved towards the graffiti of the four boy's names. "Apparently someone else thought so."

It was now that Stan and Kyle registered the underlines on some names. All four names were underlined in dark black spray. Close to Kenny's name was a tombstone with 'RIP' on it. More names were underlined then either expected, as they stepped back to look at the entire wall.

Some names weren't exactly surprising. Underneath 'Goth Kids Forever', all four of their names were underlined. Close by was 'Vamp kids rule' with Mike, Bloodrayne, and Larry's names underlined. Some were more confusing. Wendy's name was underlined despite her claiming that South Park would be her only home. They recognized some names, other they didn't know or were completely illegible by handwriting or age damage.

"Can't believe someone actually kept up with this old thing." Stan said, still partially dazed in the maze of spray paint.

"I still wonder who started it." Kyle said "Though, that's probably the same person if they care so much about keeping a record."

"Maybe it's Mysterion," Kenny joked as he leaned against the shipping container behind them. "or the underpants' gnomes, maybe even the crab people."

"Shit, I forgot about the crab people." Kyle said, "They made everyone metrosexual right? Those guys are dicks."

"Maybe the real crab people are the friends we made-"

"Oh shut up Kenny. That joke is so fucking annoying. I need a drink." Stan said, rubbing one his temples his hand.

"I'll agree to that. Kyle, you coming?"

"Sure. Why not?"

The boys exited out back to main street as the sun lowered itself below the mountains surrounding the town. Kyle didn't plan it this way and certainly didn't invite Kenny but in a way it went then he thought. Sure, he was reminded of the headache that was crab people, and those damn gnomes that kept them up for hours at Tweak's.

There was some melancholy in it though. Childhood was a fucking mess, not some perfect past time. He wanted to remember the best parts of it but really some his favorite memories were the console wars and coon and friends. The messy parts. The best parts.

Expect for the cent-ipad. That can burn in hell with Pip.

[wench-and-jezebel]

The Musketeers Reaction: The Homecoming

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[Brace yourself btw]  

PORT!  WELL SHIT!

Oooooof

Runnnnn Port!

Why didn’t you just run, dammit?

[Well.  You said you wanted more Porthos]  I didn’t mean like this, dammit

Idk why the first thing in my head was: they had lawyers back then?

[I love how Athos is never looking the same direction as the others.  He's always standing at the back staring out at the rear... which could either be funny-haha moodiness or strategically watching the rear or both]

NOT HIS BIRTHDAY  [Yup :] ]

Oooop

Double oooop

TRIPLE OOOOOP 😭😭😭😭

Well damn I don’t want the next episode to be about any of them… Sheeesh  [alskdjf It’s about Aramis] *runs and hides*

Ack  [This dude is an ass]  How.  Dare.  He.

LE GASP

THAT’S RACISM

[Them ripping off the Musketeers' pauldron pisses me offff] Sameeee

D’ART 🥺 buddy is like “Can we have a chill day?”

Not Athos

He knows that mark 👀👀👀  [*simultaneously* That's the mark he found on Milady in the book- I WAS JUST SAYING THAT]  🙂  [It's Louis' criminal brand tho, in general, so yes, he still knows it]

Buddies, what are y’all hammering? Oh they all crazy, I see  [It’s a warning that the Musketeers are coming in]

You would know, Flirt, you would know

[Louis needs to stop whinging]  Ahhh, whiny… Ack. This is why the Cardinal is so angry… I would be too  [He does have to kowtow to the king's dumbass decisions]

Fled?

[I love this scene]  “The hands of a musician”  How many musicians does he know?  [He was a count; I'd wager many]  Fair!

Oooop  [Aramis up in arms about Porthos]  “This is bb— this is Porthos”

[Flirt be flirting again]  Yep

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Oooop- Flirt flunked flirting  [He got extra credit]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Noooo not the goats! the new Thor has two giant goats and they scream the whole damn movie

WAIT WHO IS THE CORONER MAN

Well, we did know it was murder already

[Cool badass character introduction]

Oooooop

Double oooop

That smile was as scurry as Athos’ eyes  [aldskfjaldskfj]

“I’m too lorge”  [I think they have clothing that'll fit]

Ummm that’s not fair tho

These damn past friends  [You've got some Flort bonding in theory tho]  True

Well, damn  [There was exactly 33% tact in that exchange lsakdj]

“Rooms”  Fucking rich people

These two are up to something  😤😤

["You always did whatever Flea told you"  Bottom-behavior]  🥺🥺  [You're welcome… I'm hilarious]  You are indeed  [You weren’t supposed to agree aldskfj]

– – – 

Jezebel: Soooo question… Why is it “the three musketeers” of d’Art was always a part of it?  Or are there stories before him?  

Wench: Because he doesn’t join immediately.  Like in this, he's just kinda... an apprentice.  A recruit.  He only becomes one, like, 2/3 of the way into the book.  Besides, it's his point of view, and he's looking on on "the three Musketeers.”  They're kinda legendary, tbh.  Like I said, they have that nickname --- Les Inseparables --- for example.  And when they show up at the beginning of the book, the entire Garrison is spying on them/their interactions with Treville.  And this, like, gasp fills the room when Athos (injured) walks in and is like.  Hey.  And then even more of one when he collapses.  And some of them forget they're not supposed to be watching and lean fully into the room to watch.  It's a whole thing alksdjf  So they just.  They're The Three.  And then d'Art.

Jezebel: So it’s the three musketeers. And d’Art. ☠️☠️  

Wench: Yup alksdjf

Jezebel: Oooooh! Ok that makes sense 😂😂😂  I understand a little more! Cause I was confused since like… the beginning ☠️☠️  And now for midpoint!  I am not happy that I got more Port in such a way! 😤😤  I was bamboozled!

Wench: I did warn you it was bad

Jezebel: You did but you did not say hey! It’s port heavy… in the bad way.  You just said bad.  Bad could have meant one of them gets shot and almost dies. But that’s the angst I thrive on  😤  This is sad backstory bad.  Hmph

Wench: alskdjflkadsjf

Jezebel: Also, I never noticed the scar on ports face til this one

Wench: Ma’am, how

Jezebel: Woman idk! I just didn’t ☠️☠️☠️😂😂😤  But I do now! ☠️  Also, I do love d’Art’s eagerness to run to his friends defense! I.e. him jumping over the rail when they sentenced Port  Like 🥺🥺 buddy. Did you not have friends pre-ded dad?  Now he does and is like I will not lose them!

Wench: I love that they all are that level of concerned though.  Like, not just d'Art

Jezebel: Very true!

Wench: Athos and Aramis just know what is an uacceptable way of pushing back (e.g. jumping over the railing), but the SECOND Treville said "slow them down" or whatever, Athos was gone.  And then he's like... oh.  I'm a Musketeer.  And before that a nobleman.  Lemme just... duck into this place where people distrust/kill/steal from both.  Meanwhile, Aramis is heading the entire investigation because.  Well.  Bros.

Jezebel: The musketeers as a whole group are just all loyal to each other first! Then you know the king and stuff

Wench: There's a reason it's one for all and all for one

Jezebel: Makes sense 😂😂😂 Anyway! Back to I don’t trust the “king” guy and Flea. maybe not her. But he’s definitely up to something. He either killed the guy or she did idk.  Ready though!

– – – 

It’s a repeat of the other ep  [*simultaneously* *d’art's Vadim PTSD flashbacks activate*]  d’Art hide  [How dare you steal my joke]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buddy, you sent them off!  Hmph!

Matt?  Matt Meese?  😂😂  [lksdfja;lksdjf]

Well, shit, it’s the man in the leather mask

[Aramis, you hedonist]  😂☠️☠️ [Oh, sorry... Aramis, you *heretic]

The priest looks like Shakespeare

d’Art ☠️  [“Did you kill him?” isn’t a good interrogation tactic?]

A wot now?  [Huguenot.  Type of Protestant]  Oooooh

[Too bad Aramis isn't there… He's their medic.  Not that he'd be happy with that term]  I know! His poor needlework isn’t coming in handy  [Nor is it getting ripped, though, so]  😂😂😂

Maaaam  [Whoops]  You are marr- with the king guy!  ARE NONE OF THESE HOES LOYAL!  [I mean.  There are very few women who get to choose their marriages here, so no… Constance was married off by her family because it's a good match.  Flea... well, she chose Charon, but not out of love.  Etc.]  Trueeeeee… Kinda like Mercedes  [Yup]

Damn they went the whole 9 yards  [Also yup] Flirts gonna be jealous

Hurt him??  Im pretty sure he part of this, so this a killer!  Ack!

[“Our names are the Three Musketeers.  Our friend's in danger.  Prepare to yield.”]  😂😂😂😂😂😂

Ooooop!

Poison.  POISON!  DONT DRINK IT!!

[Oop, Charon jealoussssss… Did not like that hand grab]  I mean he maybe should be ☠️☠️☠️  [True, but jealous =/= jealous + possessive]  Very true  [Once again.  Do not like that hand grabbbb]  Exactly

Ooooop "kill anyone that gets in our way"

He has figured it out!!

BUM BUM BUMMM

I CALLED IT  [YOU DID]

WELL SHIT  [Poor Flea]  I DOUBT THAT YOU’LL BE FINE MAAM

Where even was she shot 😂😂😂  [a;lkdsjf no clue]  Ooooof!

Ooooop!

Well, Athos killed Milady, Flirt killed friend, and now port kills friend ☠️☠️☠️ Hopefully d’Art doesn’t know anyone else

Correction: Flirt kills friend and Port’s friend… Port, don’t you look at him like that.  Hmph.  He saved you!

The kings gonna open the letter and it’s gonna say SIKE

WELL, SHIT

🥺🥺😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

At least she kisses normal

😂😂😂😂

And done!

– – –

Jezebel: POOR PORT! 💔💔💔  Why do all their past friends suck? 😂 

Wench: The joys of Trauma

Jezebel: Well… at least now they all have each other!   Which gives me Port vibes from that movie clip where Ports like d’Art!  We also protect each other! 💕🥺  Oh, speaking of… Are all their backstories the same in the other adaptations?? Or are they unique to this one?

Wench: In my experience… Athos is almost always the same; he was married, she was a criminal to some degree, he had her executed and has felt guilty ever since, and she’s not only not dead, but she’s working for the Cardinal.  Aramis is always devout while simultaneously romantic and having a tendency towards womanizing (or not just womanizing, depending on your interpretation).  As I mentioned, d’Art usually is different; most stories use the initial idea of d’Art going expressly to get a commission, not from some revenge story.  And Porthos… I’m less sure.  If I recall correctly, he doesn’t usually have much time spent on backstory.  He usually came from something notorious though; he’s “Porthos the Pirate” (an exceedingly infamous pirate, apparently) in the Disney film and, as you know, a member of the Court of Miracles here.  So, I guess I’d say… they all have basic similarities, and their personalities are usually the same, but specifics alter.

Jezebel: Oooooh! I see 🙂 interesting enough!

Wench: "Interesting enough?"  Dang, woman

Jezebel: I still could schmack you for pushing me over the ledge into a new hyperfixation!  (Affectionate 😂😂😂 I love it here).  I just… Ack!  I just am loving it!  (I’m also finding it hard to give mid points and end points lately and idk why, but I still love it!!)  And tbh I don’t know why I worded it like that ☠️☠️☠️ I sent it and was like enough? Why’d you say enough?

Wench: That's fair laskdjf  Any other thoughts?

Jezebel: Nope 😂😂☠️☠️😭😭 like I said in the last one these are getting harder and harder to lengthen out ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Ma'am, what have you done?  *sigh*  I'm carrying these endpoints

Jezebel: You are! I 110% agree☠️☠️☠️

Wench: … You weren't supposed to

Jezebel: Shush lol  Also, errmmmm can we do an episode tomorrow

Wench: Uh… Probably

Jezebel: I feel bad; the DA folks are gonnna be mad!  I have gone farther WAY FASTER in this one than DA.  BUT to be fair… I was never supposed to watch it, just the Ben ep and then Alec’s

Wench: I did say that DA wasn't the most interesting w/o Jackles.  I warned!

Jezebel: Then you suggested we watch it and I’m gullible  (Kidding)

Wench: aksdfjlkafdsj I did not actually… Rude

Jezebel: I do like the show.  But…. Well…. I really like this one 👀 and alas again I didn’t expect it

Wench: Ma'am, I told you you would

Jezebel: Okay-

Wench: When ever will you learn to trust my judgement?

Jezebel: Correction: I knew I would like it

Wench: …

Jezebel: I did not expect to like it this much

Wench: Hmph.

Jezebel: Don’t hmph me Wench

Wench: You forget: hmph + period.

Jezebel: DONT HMPH(.) ME WENCH!

Wench: Hmph.

Jezebel: Gasp!

Wench: Shush.  We’ll do another tomorrow; ‘til then!